Lyrics:
the worlds you've made up
The one where you dream
And the one where you gave up time
To create a new atmosphere where
The boy and the cynic can both play fair
in the back and they twissin' up a filly
My shades too silly cause they made by cavalli
Jays so exotic you cant find em lil' buddy
I'm not nick cannon
CHRYSANTHEMUM SONG
Written by ambeR Rubarth © 2007 Inspiraled Music (ASCAP)
I found a little pot, took it in the kitchen, filled it with some dirt,
some opposition.
And then he, he let me get mine, and then the word â??fineâ??
Was uttered, by many a lip way across time.
And it was my time
in the back and they twissin' up a filly
My shades too silly cause they made by cavalli
Jays so exotic you cant find em lil' buddy
I'm not nick cannon
to you, baby, just like a G
You ain't never made love in club, baby
To a thug like yeah, Young YB
She take her bra off, I felt my grill on
Take off them
emotionally
Mmm, somehow I made it through the heartache
Yes I did, I escaped (uh huh)
I found my way out of the darkness
I kept my faith (I know you did),
wife is Japanese
See her fingers dance with ease
Playing notes on the koto
Friends from Spain come by for tea
And they all play the guitar
Yes,
music
'Round here you can take a wrong left
Victim of a shooting
What can they tell me about chef
Like I ain't made food out of human?
Like man ain't
geekin', I'm totin' a what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck
(Like)
She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt
(Glah-glah, boom) and that boy is a cheetah
bring the team with me
(Check me out, yo, boom)
All I'm tryna do is generate Ps, I'm a G
Tell them man there not to imitate me
I've been feeling like
shit
By the demons somewhere up in the hills
(Up in the hills, nigga)
That lil' boy be on the net
No he not for real (He not for real)
Louie just scored
smiles, made me Joker
She could be my Harley
Say she play too many games
And this is no Atari
She say, "I'm sorry, I just
Love it when you're jealous, Baby"
buy a watch I'll bust
It or even bezel it up
They know my jeweler got a hell of a touch
Uh
Make movies and even my trailers is tough, uh
Saw the boys
you judge me?
I know you don't deserve to
Now you act like a pharisee
When I was poor
My mom was stressed out
Now look, money made me
A good boy
always talk about
God's danger and cheap clocks will call you out
For every hospital you've torched
Every missile that you've launched
All
forever
(I can't help it)
My niggas made it out that muddy weather
(We don't give a fuck, yeah)
Talk to me with some sense
You know how I get when you use
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