Lyrics:
coffin, a dolphin, I dive in it, somersaultin'
Somebody salty, its destiny, no bestin' me, no question, I be reppin' da Cloud
Like So Icy Records, i'm
I scratch when I'm down but not any more
The rash is healed and I'm ready to walk through the doors
I've always know this day would come
Now I'm ready
that two-door swervin', screamin', "Fuck 'em all" 'cause niggas switched
Just bet' not be lurkin' 'cause this .40 Glock gon' give 'em kiss
(Hey) uh
[Verse One]
You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics
Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions
Paragon pen dragon tactician
2:00am and I was high and dry
These beautiful chick gave me the eye
She opened the door and I slid by her side
And we headed on down the line
I'm so
at the Jack of Hearts
"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf"
But
at the Jack of Hearts
"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
"Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on somebody's shelf"
But
things
That's why I've agreed
To let you back in
Kicked the door in
With a different view
No three year plan
I'll be out in two
Instead of following
a thousand circles
A man hit me
Saying that he’d be here in a minute
All I’ve got to do is wrap it
And bring it down to the rented
By now, it’s a little past
they mouth and they nose
They eyes if they ain't closed
The lifestyle that I chose who knows may make me rich
But if them feds kick down them doors then
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
What did you care?
etc. etc.
*
Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
the reasons tend to be
Bad sound, bad mic technique, bad acoustics
And sound guys that know what they're doing are mad elusive
I don't do normal gigs
I do
ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different
punchlines
Hit the skies for the bitching
Look at how we living
No chef up in the kitchen
But bitches be over three times
A week making chicken
Learn how
There's no place I'd rather be
Chorus:
Bridge:
The world outside is so divided
Let's leave it all behind
You lock the door and I'll pull the curtains
First and the third in row (whoa)
Junkies, they beatin down the door (woo)
Thumb through that check when I count up that check
Like I'm playing three
Running up bands with a nympho
Bitch make a trick lay down like a kick door
Big hemp rolled full of indo
You can smell it when you walk by a nigga
and bust it down to the ground!
Open the door, Richard!
But I hate to be caught out on the street like this cause I got class I ain't never used yet.
But
Everyday I walk by myself
Everyday I walk by myself
Even though I could walk with somebody else
Everyday I walk by myself
Even while I talk to myself
to take a hit
Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin
It was my girl, E said (Hit the bud' and stop sippin)
She kept riffin, I said, "Shut
hearin' $lu somebody's at the door,
And it's that nigga who's pussy whipped and kinda out of control,
I didn't have my shit, I hit the floor I ran and drove
things I see a wall, I know it's gonna fall down maybe hurt somebody after it's been tagged I fly post it, it's a rush job, it looks good for long enough
to the ground
Gotta holla' to my fellas who be hangin' by the
Bathroom door
Waitin' for the honeys dance in the dance floor
Push up and get the niggas y'all
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