Lyrics:
How could god make somebody like you
Eyes bluer than the sky
How could god make somebody like you
I need you by my side
And you aint even mine
And you
the hole in the brig
White privilege exists it's the tip of the iceberg
All of these problems are making my mind hurt
By taking the time to write these
bein' blinded by the bullshit, they talkin' like Jake, man I'm sittin' here Facebook stalkin
Happy birthday man, another memory, another slip, another
on to time
While Buddhists look for peace
Hindus and Sikhs
The truth is absolute that's why
I hold on to mine
A Catholic man holds his rosary
Islam holds
gun, man
(woo) like John Wick (uh)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All black, one gunman
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
All day and night I grind survive
In line get mine that's what I do
All day and night I grind survive
In line get mine love what I do
All day
mine
Nike scuffs, run them up till my feet tired
We gon' knuck, we gon' buck till we reap mine, reap mine
Ballin' ain't just a phase, it's all we praise
My oh my
That look in your eye
Got me high
So high high high
Time flies by
When I'm
By your side
Glad your mine
Mine mine mine
Baby
Dang you sexy
what these hoes yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all still chase on, I'll replace on, punks
Drunk of Dom, silk and gators
Spittin words makin
about those I knows
Make it hot
The world is mine, can't you see
I'm just trying to be all I can be
Oh, yeah
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no
and aspiration?
Identities have become corporations,
Social egos and media moulds,
Scholars of ad-man's dreams. Prescribed futures;
Must we all down aspirins
your taste
I don't need your grind, I don't need your rhyme
I don't need your shine, I don't need your place
All I need is mine
Man, I wouldn't want what
she hot and she got what I want
Old shorty a opp roll her up in a blunt
Up in the sky
Up and it's stuck
This Summer's mine
Disagree either deaf, dumb
You got me
You got me
You got me
You got me
I want a man who knows my needs
If ya know what I mean
Gets down with all my fantasies
Tie ya up, make
And baby I can't seem to give you up, you're mine
It's Valentine's day and I'm feeling this way
Man I really just hope I don't kill myself
Stop all this
man
Yo, come get the fuck out the rain, nigga
Get the fuck, oh shit, who the fuck is that? Fuck
Ayo Ghost, yo Rae, what's up with y'all niggas, man
stressing, I'm flexing on you
A nigga in these streets straight head first
Because it's all I know
Paper chasing bread till my legs hurt
Man I gotta' get mo'
They run they hide
Skirt away in a four wheel drive I've come to get what's mine
Them man there they can't get by they waist their time
Them man there
all the time, so let this be your lesson
To give you all the love you want
Assist you like a man, never withhold your bless
And that's why I love you
get mine
Life in the projects, goodness grief
Everybody waitin' on the first and fifteenth
The police man is tryin' to get at cha
Catcha, snatcha, open
your friend
We use that term loosely, too loosely
Everybody ain't your friend
Build to last
Need mine, bitch fuck all that
Where that money at?
or bigger, with a figure-eight frame.
So if she fine I bet she mine, when I find time.
Man, I ain't lying, mine dames I don't wine or dine.
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