Lyrics:
Let my guitars ride out
Just a moody motherfucker
That MME shit, we on it
If by chance I'm past my
Prime I'm tryna lap it
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Hmm, hmm, hmm, huh
I can't fall in love, please don't ask me, huh (please don't ask me)
Run it up and never
it goes now
Loner on this road down
Sorrow with no hope found
Hard to let you know now
Harder just to show out
Days go by with no count
Don't get
the ringing of them bells
I don't wanna talk and I don't feel no shame
For the angry young man who's a Citizen Kane
He's got a good life his youth is like
a prayer for me
I'm coming home
Long time ago I met a girl on a lonely road
It took a while for me to get her to talk to me
But eventually I succeeded
Later
these idiots blame
I just disregard the ratings on my video games
These are red herring flaws in the links that they claim
Is it too much to ask for them
the audience and oh Lord it gets
After that pure raunchiness
But let's get on with this, session fast
I get Ill like Al when I Skratch that ass
I'm the past,
There's rules to this shit I'll break down a lesson
Step by step
Like a booklet for you to sweat
And try to apply
To make yourself fly
No. 1: must be strong
the beef out (Blak, blak)
That ain't me though, I'm regal like a pharaoh and them
Leave the squabbles to the kids, I bring dollars by the pen, y'know
make sure you ain't been tailed
That's enough about me, let's talk about you
And what you gon do when you come through
Rub on my back, mama check
ain't been tailed
That's enough about me, let's talk about you
And what you gona do when you come through
Rub on my back, mama check on my mic
Do I get
Look, blessings
I'm just counting my blessings
Baby, I just need a break
Need to get away, I been stressin'
You been all on my mind
I need you by my
of chrome
Over powered, in the zone
Let them niggas really know
Runnin' everywhere
Pass the ding like I’m on the gong
I got one track with more views than
here, you get no money
Fuck a- ah i was told to walk with Jesus
I spark with the heaters
I talk to the non-believers
Through the speakers
Either get in
I can never talk about the shit that I did
(Nah)
Baby, nobody gon' fuck with the kid (Kid)
Money, money, 50K on my wrist
I hadn't made it 'til y'all
with the mormons
Wanna take a bath with the catholics
Gonna find yoself in a burning hell
Where them demons laughing
And they got you and they hit you
an antique handgun."
"The victim's left ear was sliced off by a sharp blade of some kind."
"Yeah, and pinned to the body together with a note reading
they heads off and leaving dicks in they behind
See my kind, is similar to perfectly mankind
?I'ma say i got beef and them I'ma chief?
I put niggas
the same ol bitches
When you travel abroad and you need a broad
And you think she's gonna be different from the rest of them all
But come to find out
The silence of the forest
I was waiting for it
Repeated by the wind
Nothing but an echo
Begging me to let go
Never speak again
You only have
shoulder
Weight on my shoulder
Walk the walk about it
Talk the talk about it
You the top spot
Make the block hot
When you drive by my house
Take
off, Granny make the pit different
Nigga caught me with his ho and wanna take a pic with me
She let me fuck and when I light, she wanna split rent with
'Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast
And bein' the baller that I am, I talk to them
Givin' a damn about 'em not feelin' my attitude
When they
Invisible like all the reasons
Dark and cold like all the seasons
Things are not as you would have them
I'm no man and you're no woman
I guess
.jpg/225px-Gale_Garnett_(1964).jpg "Gale Garnett")
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