Lyrics:
on your head and split tomatoes from a hundred feet away, now it's a halo
That's tomato sauce, Heinz 57
Catch up nigga, you behind, where I left you
I
the gold Krylon
Yea, and these days days days
They never run away
Gold tints, shades, that block out that golden haze
Take all the gold from the pawnshop
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
on my feet
Mama’s proud of me
After all she’s done for me
After years, I gots to succeed, oh yes
Two plus two is a hundred (one hundred)
I believe in
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
and shuts me down and leaves me feeling faint
Two hundred feet of rusty wrought iron waiting for me
Like an enemy about to blow my mind
But just like a young
your knees
Put you right back on your feet
Just so you could take advantage of me
Tell me, how's it feel sittin' up there?
Feelin' so high, but too
on the block, Yayo in the coffee pot
Yayo in the rental car, I'm sold out by ten o'clock
Chicken soda, chickens flock, pimp 'em like I'm on the sky
On my third
to come up off of me
You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
space
Won't be afraid, give it away
We gotta make a great escape
I can do all things
By the sun light, ay
I can do all things
What a wonderful
and my momma use to sit and watch the lion king
She had a pathfinder to yea bumping Yolanda Adams
Or four hundred degreez by juvenile
And we ain't never
you down, but you keep standing
That's why I'm standing on my feet
I'm not the same as when we meet
But I'm the same one that you'll meet
I stay away
the park, one catchy jingle and now
You think you fucking with me 'cause you sold like three-hundred-thou'?
Bitch, I can jump without my feet ever leaving
man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach,
and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead
By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers
(ride)
Mississippi slide
They might spend a hundred times (times)
Only thing welcome 'round a nigga is nines and dimes (dimes)
Pull off, David Banner
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
to click, she can't have me
And I ain't never tuck in a chain, so try and bag me
Shooter just a few feet away, parked in a caddy
And I don't know none of you
I betcha somebody's got the same list
I want to take us away from all this to a distant shore.
I'd leave the car by the curb with the motor
Why do I give myself away to be yours?
Six feet from an early grave
Nine inches from being saved
Eighteen hundred miles
Of skeletons
they'll say
If I'd just fly away
For one small day
My head keeps spinning round
Can't keep my feet on the ground
Just wanna fly away
Were going 100 miles
alone I fear
Come and see my mental home movies
I never am the star - the villain though by far
A good day can slowly waste away
And all that it takes
laying six feet
Living life to the fullest, can't be a dead beat
Just said, fuck it, no more bucking, no more fronting
Four leaf lucky bear, going 100 down
First things first, nili-have to find myself
Before ni put both feet in na niharibu my future
Nilimeasure the deepness kujua kama naeza drown
Na nika
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