Lyrics:
my thoughts are weird I'm feelin' like a freak
One two three I count the sheep and then I fall asleep
Four I wake up in the mornin and redo my teeth
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
my head down
I can't see but I'm tryin to make a touchdown
Damn, will I ever see the other side
I'm this close from doin another drive by
Now I
John Roy was a boy I knew
Since he was 3 and I was 2
Grew up 2 little houses down from me
The only bad apples on our family tree
Kinda ripened
I'd hate to see you miss Engine 69, uh!
Bridge 1
Chorus
Like I said, the party ain't dead, come on and ride that thang, baby!
Bridge 2
Verse 3
a hell cant eat the next day
Them texts too hard to read
I just act by myself I gotta past to get straight
That's why i'm hardly seen
I gotta pick
a dish with three candle's melted into each other,
two razors, a small cassette recorder, three lighters,
ummm... three bottles of spices
I use when we
I've told 3 girls that I love them
1st I was young
2nd dumb
The 3rd it fit like a glove
Now its Polygimist life
I'm married to the game
And I
11, 10, 9, ignition sequence start
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, all engines running
Lift off, we have a lift off, lift off"
now expired!
[Slimkid3]
Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize, respect
Resurrect em like they're holy, holding blessed communion
Redesign laws
bitch three tI'mes, licked the tip and all
At the bar, thinkin ways how to end it, you a bitch dope, hit you two nines like I'm big smoke
Said I was
hard, just play your cards right and you'll see
It's easy as 1, 2, 3
You already know
Do I gotta say it again?
It's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok
Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes
Or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin like Reeboks
And every year I gain clout
And my name sprouts
a bit wild we squeeze in here
(like BRAP)
You' ve got bars but you can' t make a banger
I said bang with no yearly planner
I said bang in the year 2
spores
To internet intellectuals trying to virus soar
Timing pours, call me the wristwatch killer
Hourglass smasher
[Chorus 2X - COMMi$$ION]
I think I
Put it pan repeat*2, your love is running deeper
Me say! Put it pan repeat*3 and I say its better
the clutch
Coming through for my crew
Got my back thats two two two
Yeah my jersey twenty three
But I'm really twenty two
With a little twenty two
And a bitch
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
to the music
You don't really look so bad, just your ears
When do you take your braces off?
Four more years
By the time your teeth are ready,
I'll be two
Heartache number one was when you left me
I never knew that I could hurt this way
And heartache number two was when you came back again
Oh, you
the odor
Chorus 3
You step half step better step it up (better step it up)
I step 2 step watch me step it up (watch me step it up)
Boy you better step it up
, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my fuckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey
greed
N u wouldn't have 2 ask anybody 4 things u need
As I listen 2 no man 2 proceed
Walking with God is d only way I follow ur lead
Everybody looking
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