Lyrics:
the drip that I lack
Damn he be rocking dancing diamonds and he flossing like he can’t catch a fade
It’s liberation if I’m snatching ya chain
Shid if I had
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said
"If you do what I tell you to
There won't be any harm"
And Johnny said, "Take my money
Take
Can't tell if we're the ocean or the well
I have been bruised
Through hell
But seen heaven as well
It can be cruel to dwell
On that place which I fell
the sun next to my hot tub
To remind myself why I bought the home in the first place
I looked off at the pines off in the foothills and called my friend
The big city grind is so far behind
I know a place I can hide
the lights on the bay show me the way
soon I'll be there by her side
bright August moon
that freshest wind, I love it,
Southside, I'm from it, you better be here, I know,
You want it, cause that's the 30 degrees, and sea breeze,
Take
meaning it has no place
It's just stuff taking up space
So I got my windows rolled down
lord them highway miles are flying by
Tennessee, Alabama, Arkansas,
Um, thank you for inviting me Carl, but how do I get out of here? Like, is there another gate for the exit?
Umm I'd ask Jimmy, he built the place
nigga
Crazy shit though is even though it seem like
The homie be strugglin' between good and bad
At the end of the day
It always come from a genuine place
Stranger came and pulled a gun
Grabbed her by the arm said
"If you do what I tell you to
There won't be any harm"
And Johnny said, "Take my money
Take
coma patients
Separation stops ventilation
They'll be no reparations
Now I'm open like sesame
Devouring hours with all my power
Trying to figure out your
And tells me I smell like piss-a.
His drink, Jimmy Beam.
His chaser, a beer.
After that, various alchohols.
That's when the beatings get so severe,
I sleep,
I
a society
Reside under powers that be
They preside over you and me
By design we're never quite free
And since you have no right to leave
You should get down
Pardon me if this goes all over the place
It ain't really nothing
Honestly
Honestly
Dear Hip-Hop, I had to write you
Tell you sometimes I don't like
Small town girl from
The heart of Alabama
Earned her cowgirl boots
Slingin' hey in Texarkana
Hitched a little ride to the
Swamps of Savannah
Ate
there was a boy named Jake, cotton farmer in Alabama
Now, this man named Jake, he had twenty nine slaves
Only three wives though, that's pretty good for
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what's taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
The time is now
Reach in and bring it
Non stop
Top notch
Every letter chasing
A plaque
Raised in the
Place
That ya
Can't be wack
I'm changing the rap
I need her that be my bae
I don't care what these folks say
Long as I got you on my side they can't take your place
How you feeling? All is well
Lay me down in the reeds by your house
Throw all your money in the dumpster behind the movie theater where we first kissed
Toss my books and records
[VERSE 1]:
...and we got so high,
Told the plug, I need a charge, so he drove by,
"How much you need?" I said 3.5, he said don't lie,
Anything less than
Cut you off
Boy I cut you off
Cut you off
Now I got money on the way
Jewelry in my case
Your bih at my place
Tattoo by the waist
She wearing all dat
by miles and inclinations, now we're heading down to New Orleans to dig Old Bull Lee and ain't that going to be kicks-
and listen will you to this old
Shake Things Up
Step up in the place
And we shake things up
I was so high I gotta come down
I used to never be bad I think it’s fun now
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