Lyrics:
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
Good times and bum times, I've seen them all
And, my dear, I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here
Right
Uhhhh
Let's do this, one time baby
Uhhh
Yea-yea
Yah, yo
Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos
V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads
like
Hey, is that the truth or are you talking trash?
Is your game M.V.P. like Steve Nash? (Hey)
Promiscuous girl, wherever you are
I'm all alone
you really need
We can fuck it's fun
And I ain't even begun
By the morning I'll be done
All you say you need is me
no loaded gun scarin' me away
I murder for fun, if I am pushed the right way
I cannot feel love, I don't want no peace
All these impulses I'm craving,
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
alone
I just wanna sit down next to you all day Got a hundred thoughts and you're ninety-nine
But it's so hard to ask about that Just take a long walk
extinguished
Everything is done
Nothing is fun
I'm all done
And all alone
I'm not worthy
I'm not ready
To face my fate
Please god take me
I'm not worthy
I'm
out like the other guys won’t
I was on edge when you called me out broke
I was all alone when you hit me on the phone
I was on road with my bros
toolied up
All my niggas we shootin for fun
You is my son
You a luh bum
Like a perky I'll leave you slumpt
Me and goon just dropped a big bag on the side
Fun at all out here in the hall
Mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it
Nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being
the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Mister moonlight
all of that echoes
Aiyyo, aiyyo shoebox with nothin' but bread
The lead fly out the magnet
Dragged it by his brain and his leg
Where I'm from, niggas
know that's shirt with a face saying R.I.P
Must have no sympathy for these people
Families all sad, now they're trying to get equal
Constant beef, is it
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
Radio station B-T-S-N-double-O-P
No makeup on, I love that sh-
You so damn beautiful, I swear you make me sick
I want your love, I want your
funds to be made
No fun to behave
Rushin to the bag
Tell me where it’s at
All 7 days I’ll be moving on the map
I on’t never fail
Got my mind over that
I’m
over the place, beautiful Coca-Cola shapes, all ass no waist, me like no way Jose ok, Pon Pon P-Pon da Replay, this is my jam DJ, erybody go crazy when
your dome piece
Shot to the forehead, give you a third eye
Make your kids cry, baby mama asking why?
All bow down to the God of Fly
Grr, ayo
Boom
Crash the whip again i aint never coming home
Broke my heart again it was broken long ago
I was all alone i was trappin on my own
They goin send me
begun
Has anyone
Realized what I've done
I've made 6 genres honey bun
30 albums and then some
Alone in my basement for fun
They don't know where I'm
Empty streets broken parks
Walking all alone again
Restless thoughts troubled hearts
They will never be the same
Day by day night by night
Every
I think I have found the one
The one that makes life so much fun
Got that love that can't be undone
We got that love wanted by everyone
I got you in
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