Lyrics:
the past
And I ain't seen you, since the last day of class
Used to sleepover, watching movies till 3
Then peace, wake up, start walking down your street
your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody
Who slapped Dee Barnes?
(What you say?)
you're like, ""I'm done! What the fuck do you even do to Silent Night? What do you do? Count skulls?"" It's a disgusting song. By five ... By day three
laugh at me
When I told you I'll be somebody
You told me that I'll never be bills on meee
Ohh yeah
Na nana na nana na ay
See me see wahala
Three
hope your feeling be hurt yeah
one one two two three and to the four
Jehovah witnesses banging hella hard on my door
Asking me if i heard of white jesus
appetite
Put the money in the mattress
Lock the doors at night, and we'd all be alright
What've I done to help?
What've I done to help? Somebody save me
They wanna come, can K-I- double- C-I-T
They be lovin' how Chachellino pop p's
So I get the flip and call my player partner, G
Tell him, swing by, hit
and the constitution, reflect the thinking
Of the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks,
check the remix
See the level I'm on they wanna be on
'Cause I'm a star and I shine like neon
Lyrically gun a man down like Leon
And he’s a battyboy
So
Flip my head upside rotation
Sixty-five minutes past three dedication
Days I'mma pay I'mma trip for the payslip
Postal address finna change
Don't even run, bro gon' get on feet and he gon' finish him
Just be honest nigga, you don't want no beef
I feel like Udonis, nigga can't leave without my
things)
All I need (all I need)
Is Remy and weed (Remy and weed)
Somebody not afraid (don't be scared)
To co-sign for my Escalade (oh, no)
Gangsters
a bah"
"This program is brought to you by Snacky S'mores
The creamy fun of s'mores in a delightful cookie crunch"
"Mom, somebody's at the door"
"Coming,
more and it's 3am outside your door
I been down for the count more than Chris Paul
but this law you know what you in for
Tell them like where's Waldo
love, always hated on
Nobody wanna die just tryna' make it home
Shot by a cop and all you had was a cell phone
Somebody gotta pray for him
Open up a door
ship went down"
Smith's plan began to work as foretold
This weird music began to take hold
That sparked an interest in these forms
Of life underground
the Alpine to the Lodge
From ducking and dodging all of them blue boys
See a crowd try not to be paranoid
See a flash and end up in polaroids
With somebody's
So many windows
So many walls
Double lock-doors
Down carpeted halls
Somebody's crying
Somebody calls
Do you know who's
Livin' next door?
Here
by Mr. Hyde
Without an invite mother fucka, don't come
Monstrous balls in your mouth, get the fuck on bitch
Come on come on [Repeat x3
said, what goes around comes back eventually
And karma is a bitch, mine is gonna be pretty, please
Remember kicking me when I was down
Cause that's
to get with her man and shit
Later on at night, I'm stressing love at first sight
Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat like me
to be dealing with mad
slide by 3
Ain’t no knockin on the door yea ya gave me a key
Really good see you keep it fine for Fredii B
Last time I saw ya it over cross the city
Way
the best of me
PTSD also overwhelming
Bipolar has my mood shifting
Borderline got me on the edge contemplating
Can somebody stall me
Knock down my door come
on and on and last long
Every time I hear this song, this song
I will be played deep brown, the place teared down
Dangerous on the door, seen it all before
Coats
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