Lyrics:
really, really weird to live your whole life on TV
When I was eating Frosted Flakes, you were probably singing great
You made a song and my mom even loved
hoops that I go through
A go-to being me being me til' there's nothing left
Constantly contemplating concentrating on the Craft
No Aaron shit, but I'm
I wish I was a little bit hyphy, I wish E-40 liked me
I wish I didn't crash going ghostriding nightly
I wish I didn't have to fact the fact that
shit, like she be hangin with Dennis Rodman
Oh ion fuck wit white hoes, you thought that I was Tristan
Thompson
Haaa?
I got the sauce, I got the juice,
into?
When I was kid used to wan to eat caribou
I know that sound weird but it sounded like it's good for you
Do you feel me?
I'm off Instagram don't reel
And you know I know you know that I want you here right now
Calm, IDK how we got this far
It’s been too long since way back when
When us not being apart
Was
mothafuckin' gone
Ain't no signs that I'm stowin',
Though I'm knowin' that I'm wrong, bring it on
Out to get it, I need cash by the stacks
Need a new pair
to the finish line
Member back on Harlan drive
Thats where we relieve the pain
It was me Bugg Cole and Cosa
D Lock Aaron Skee and Wayy
Member back on Harlan drive
hangin with Dennis Rodman
Oh ion fuck wit white hoes, you thought that I was Tristan Thompson
Haaa!
I got the sauce, I got the juice, I'm takin shit left ,
ain't Aaron (Aaron Brooks)
Nigga murkin' bitches, got me feelin' like 2Pac, "Do we hate our women?" (Hate our women)
I'ma kill lil' shawty by fuckin' her
situation
But would I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number
But bitches like you don't grow
You
right now
It's just, me, Aaron
We just happy to give you guys this mixtape man
Hold y'all over 'til the album come
Been working on that motherfucker
pigeon toed
Keep on forgetting my password gotta switch the code
Pull up by myself tear the house up like a nematode
Pull up to the studio with a beat that
to offer a bull for His son to make atonement for Himself
Because even as the high priest Aaron was the seed of Adam meaning that He was a sinner
By nature.
'She made this t shirt that says I aaron'
Woah (woah)
'You heard me the first time? (Woah), really you heard me the first time ?' (Woah)
Woah,
a little old
Country store down in Tupelo
There was a virus goin' around
Papa caught it
And he died last spring, sorry 'bout that
Now mama sit's around
Philips
That weird one with glasses, Jeremy Corbyn (Oh, bless)
Hilary Benn. Hilary's a girl's name. What's that all about
The civil service, The Bank
venom that's when it change
Surpass the vendetta Intercept passes trend setta with the crossover
RIP ankles get better you can't keep up with man's feet
We got no rules in here
One by one, we're losing here
Reckless, stressed, and super weird
With heavy heads as souvenirs
We got no rules in here
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
of unworthiness
Her name was Karen, she drove a black LeBaron
And by the way, she used to sell packs of crack for Aaron
Tyron, do anything to be in a live zone
years old I thought I was Evel Knievel
Even painted my helmet with some paint that my pawpaw needed
I put a RC cola can in the back of my bike tire
a bitch
Buck you
Never trust you
Never loved you
Never was you
Imma touch you
Imma bust you
Imma crush you
Mother fuck you
That's my nigga
Jimmy Johnson
Take Tommy Thompson
And take my best friend, Bo
Take anybody that you want
As long as she don't go
Take any boy in the world
Daddy
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