Lyrics:
up sometimes in the night
And realize you're gone
And then I toss upon my bed
And wait for day to come
I try to tell my lonely heart
It must go
Haus
That nigga nice
Baby, can you make it hot for me?
Take you to my bed, better not be scared, you know what it is
In my bed making memories
born in the 80s
My favorite heroes always caught the crooks
Atari 800, shows, and comic books
Never hypnotized by the communist lull
With Captain America
vanna fucking root ya
I vanna do ya
In my bed
I vanna fucking do ya
In my head
I vanna fuck ya
Coz you're so fucking bitching
Big fucking tits
And you
freakin', thick ass dick up Jada Pickett's asshole
These mother fuckin' sluts, need'a stay here the weekend
I'll slide my dick in your butts, if you slide in
runs my day
And the first star out at night
By God, I'm gonna climb that hill
If it takes, ev'ry bit of my my might
In the morning the early summer
And fuck niggas gonna lose a lot
Knock knock nigga, come feel the drama
If the bed low I'mma stack the crown
Up the contraband in between my gun
Before
name but tonight they gone know
I'ma beat that pussy off the bed till we fall on the floor
Run up a mill, crib in the hills
How does it feel to be in
only by the acapella of my heartbeat and having to learn how to dance in the descent
Grateful that repent isn't on the top of my to-do list
And as I fall
In Salt lake city, Joe says I, in standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
Says Joe "but I ain't dead"
a little Cain, raise a bunch of kids
Do it like my daddy did, like his daddy did, oh-oh
Dryin' all our clothes in the fresh air
Go down by the creek, just
Yeah
You know
Sometimes I'll just be laying in my bed
And I have all these thoughts come to me
And my head just keeps spinnin' and spinnin'
to see what was the matter.
When, what to my curious eyes should appear,
But Santa in a Prius pulled by flying reindeer,
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! It's
the casket, buried by dig
Big chop on me, young nigga get hit
We feeling like Zeus' we fill him with lead
Same cost as my crib got your bitch in my bed
Got
creases on your bed
Unfinished books, your words inside my head
With the wheel in my hand, I will follow 'round these curves
Through the comfort of these
get in
The pleasant bed that my love laid in
How can you say it's a pleasant bed
Where nowt lies there but a factory maid?
A factory lass although
Gone and let that Macfly just like my Nigga dough boy
I get in the booth and I get bilingual
Speaking the truth even though I Speak English
I pray
you're the one
I want
Baby you're the one
I need
In the nighttime
Its a hard life for someone like me
To love on you
You was right by my side
Until I rose
the bed that I paid for
Used to have a job but he don't no more
Said that he got big plans for me
Can I move in till I get on my feet
But it's been
booting up
I'm in love with expensive drugs
I'm in love with money
I bought a crib in the Hills
I told my bitch it's for real
Bitch, I'm a junky for pills
I
Abandon a bitch and I left her for dead
Then I go to the hills and I fuck on her friend
Woke her up 5 in the morning she grinding up on me
I fuck
Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him
Him standing by my bed
"They framed you on a murder charge"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
Says Joe, "But I ain't dead"
on me time for all that cash we wasted
Books and housing fees
I'm feeling old at twenty three
I'm weirded out by young ass hoes
They never seen a dvd
My
strips of ribbon I found
Scaled the side of the building
I ran to the hills 'til they found me
And they put me back in my cell
All by myself, alone
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