Lyrics:
smoother
I'm listening for a starter pistol.
three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for pillows.
I wanna drill holes in the sky.
I'm in love with
Theres a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh the snows pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just another sunday
the trap serving cocaine
I ain't been the same since
Racks by the ton I call up Serena
I go tremendo for new fettuccini
All fact though, clarity pinky
wrong
They like me
So on the weekend started seeking looking for the meaning
Heard a pastor preaching couldn't believe just what I'm seeing
Walked
become their lives.
The television has so dampened people's anger.
The population is mesmerised by the flickering screen
And the streets, where
week all I do is work
Let the guys watch while the broads twerk
One cup, two cup, three four five
Turn down for what just live your life
Some wanna
life upon me cause you know they know wassup now yeah (Steady wishing life upon my being)
Y3 mo ka s3 yada
One time for the gang, one time for the squaw
can't tell up from down anymore
But I know this ain't right that's for sure
3 A.M. in the city yeah I lost my way
Am I gonna make it home I'm not okay
the sea
Now my brother lives in Houston
He married for the second time
He got a job with the union
And it's keeping him in line
He came to Corpus
(Everybody take it easy man)
Don't gotta wait til the weekend (Nah we ain't gotta wait for nothing)
Ain't got time to regret when (Yea ain't got time for that,
to giving up, now i'm living up
I don't know if what I'm giving up is enough
Takes sacrifice to escape this 6 to 3
It's sick to me, that most die in mental
rover
Need three blunts for the hangover
Helmutlang what I rock
She tick tick like a time clock
She all I see like cyclops
Stay for the weekend
Why not
I
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
round 'till we fall into pieces
All nighter up late on the weekend
Live fast like you wouldn't believe it
Spotlight but you never would have seen it
the bitches who's just only in town
Another one
For the weekend, oh
DJ Khaled!
How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? (Tunechi)
I'll fuck you
was,
So it goes, it will all end.
Set ceremonial sun now you're gone,
Like dead leaves carried by the wind.
A soldier on the battlefield
Cries for his
Since the age of adolescence, I’ve been thinking one question
Why do we live our lives solely through professions
Work ourselves to death for a job,
It go one for the trouble, two for the time
And three for bp, hit the beat then I'm flying, homie
Prey
Seen the reaper at the door, I threw an ounce
Roll with the punches is what I tell
To people when things don't go to well
When you go for the gold and you come back empty
When the ups are few
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
tried
With grams and scams
Smiles smiled and tears cried
Truths skirted, lies lied
Lives tried
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
My
ain't tryna fight no demons
Young nigga goin hard for da mfuckn season
Just hit three hoes on da mfuckn weekend
Took them to da room & a nigga went deep
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
This here is another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the record on
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh whoa yeah
Whoa yeah
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