Lyrics:
I take your bitch ass by your collarbone
If your bitch bad, bet I'm on her and I'm hitting it
Why yo child at home
I can get you kidnapped , but I
a happy ending?
Driving down a dark road
On an endless summer's night
Michael's in the back seat
And he makes it home alright
And at night he
wanna feel alright
Cook sometin' serve sometin'
Like George Girv sometin'
Fingaroll Michael Irv sometin'
Smoke sometin', cause it's the holidaze
the gospel message we're spitting in the booth
So if you really want your stressing relieved
Have faith like George Michael man confess and believe
Lend us
child born from a women in Bond,
Voted and promoted in 1662,
Every State after that piggy back and grew.
Laws secured for the wealth for whites,
While
George Michael does on maybe
This country should take a look at itself
Pay more attention to mental health
Properly redistribute the wealth
But lyndsays
i'm sell crack
but to a young nigga like me
a G ain't no turning back
trying to settle down is hopeless
when a nigga and a old lady
was out, but now it's tucked
Know back home they proud of us right now
Bitch, I'm back and it's up, PSA (whoa, whoa)
I'm too fleek to take off all
she be waiting to flirt
With a next man, a next hand, up under the skirt
Another dick in the jaw, more dick in the george
While you home sleeping,
in her Louis handbag
It ain't the end of the world, but it's like the end is starting
Adam Lanza killing 20 children in a kindergarten
Wade Michael
Got no Rudolph, no sleigh
Got no reindeer to guide me
The radio plays Jingle Bells and George Michael
What no one can see
I'm happy as I can be
young
Do it even matter where I'm from
Trying to be a role model to my sons
And make it home safe like a home run
See why we always gotta die young
Do it
They put it in a box, back in 67, shipped it to the local music store
It sat there for a while, hanging on the wall, that Yamaha was all she could
you aint up on things
You aint up on things
You aint up on things
This aint a diss track, I'm trying to show growth
Cause home grown's a no-no when all
I have a suspect in sight
Man down officer, back up's on the way
Permission to fire
Man down
Permission to fire
The worlds going up in flames, watch
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
from home
So if you leave, where will I go? will I go, will I go?
But can you stay by my side
I'm fine, I just don't wanna be alone
I'm probably sick
you
And it makes me mad
You left one day
And never came back
Stayed all summer
Then went back home
Macualay Culkin wasn't home alone
Fell deep in
where do we go when we die
Oh my god
We gon take em back to Harlan drive
Three years ago to now everything changed
Nigga wow
Four years ago we was just
off from work
To the hospital where I'm being examined by the coroner
And through misty eyes she'd identify my pale cadaver
There may be press, maybe
George Michael
Next topic, time to stick the knife in
Slaughter your Scratch
Ah fuck it throw your wife in
I'mma do 'em, do 'em 'til nothin left
The way
day and never came back
Stayed all summer then went back home
Macualay Culkin wasn't home alone
Fell deep in love but now we ain't speaking
Michael J
safely get me home (don't worry baby)
Meet me on the south side
Getchu home by midnight
Make sure dat yo daddy just don't know (daddy just don't know)
I
carry my love with you baby when you go, till you come back home|give me love without end, I'll give it back to you if you ask yourself what would george
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