Lyrics:
her dreams she want me I’m her animus
Girl trust me I love you but I do not trust you
You wanna be with me without me you struggle
But why stress her
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
leave her with me, don't make me ruin your dreams
Don't make me time machine, I'll take y'all back to 2014
These things really happen, yeah, oof
You
inscribed on the list of people I am not inspired by
I rap considerably well
So if you're considered hot then consider me Hell
I've been cracked for awhile
the bands
I had to get that with my team
These bitches be turnin' to fans, but back then she did not want me
Twenty bitches on my body, they see I got bands
[Originally by Pinhead Gunpowder]
[Billie Joe Armstrong solo version]
Yeah we say making changes starts in the little things you do
Revolution
still hooked by your charms
The truth is you set off alarms
I don't waste time on people who don't got my back
If you talk shit about me I'ma spit it
fuck what you sayin' to me?
You was just on my dick just 5 yesterdays
Backstabber on your resumé
Yee, yee, cappin' and you ain't even got your rent
blessed
Me and Perry like juvenile, and Manny French, Howie Sheep
But they ain't following in the Shepherd's steps
When you really walking by faith, you
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
the seal
And eat a couple tens
Forgive me, I've done sinned
(I got yo' ho off Percocet's now, man)
When you come to the realization
That without God you can
bands today make twice that shit back by Sunday
I could be in rehab and still tell myself let's get this money
It's never sunny where I'm from down under
you get ground up
Got a lot of these racks and we use them
We spending this money we make it all back
Just made a million with loud era bags
Ron Perry
finessin' designer (straight up)
Oh my God it's no rental, gold plated, no need to remind you
Robbed my plug, that nigga wasn't getting me high (that dope)
(pew pew)
Hol' up, wait, I got Selena
You try runnin' wit' my chick I'll give you Nina
And I got niggas that be riding right beside me (right beside
It happened
Those college days just passed me by, I watched my friends get high
Cannot peace out and say goodbye, I asked my mother why
Can I stay
drops we be copping
Spend a lil extra like toppings
Album soon dropping (drop)
Me and the squad on the come up
We'll fight your ass if you run up
But you
the best version of me
Not as easy as it seems, I ain't always who you see
Though I'm trying, all these demons come back for more
Self-care, but at times it
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
These niggas can't stand me I'm soaking bitches panties
Hoes out Houston, La, Miami
Imma paper chaser you can catch me where them bands be
Fucked
¡Esta la finé!
It's the end of the album
You can call me an alumni
We been rapping funny here
Call me Mister Fun Guy
I'm furthering my education
wasn't backin' you when it wasn't cool
Now they comin' back, I had to act a fool
Yeah, people wanna show me love without even knowin' who I was now
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