Lyrics:
the best that I can be
Because I'm finally getting to do
What I wanna do
And by the way, I saved my own life
of black and white
we're livin' in a land where
the law say the mixing of race
makes the blood impure
she's a woman i'm a man
but by the look on your face
inspired by our times
Of she who said I was her Jim but I only cut ties
Back then it was a pair that's best
A young trumpeteer and a clarinet
Gettin'
But excuse me if I seem a little rude
While I was missing my childhood,
My brother and my prime
You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude
Well
of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
met the buckle
Hustled, when I was called
With no smirk or chuckle
I was taught better
Finished talk, then leaving
Walk like a leader
Get stalked by
yo
My testament, the debt you in
Can only be paid in flesh, you in
The rest of it, at best, is shit
Your whole life is regret, you in
Detested by
southern
It ain't no thinkin' I was playin' I am not frontin
The mentality of a goon, I am not stuntin
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my
waste my time
And give another excuse
That's why I wish you the best
(Uh-huh)
Cause I can make it through whatever
(See I can make it through whatever)
in love again!
Ever fall in love again!
Ever fall in love again!
Love is worst than an excuse
At best its a truce
So what is the use
I'm never
difficult
Spend a lifetime to create
Always digital
Welcome the jump off, my solo project
Produced, written, rapped, mixed
By me Dir-ECT
I was born August 1st
you know what's up
Thinkin I'm gettin some, damn was I so dumb
Take her to the crib.. thinkin I'm gon' live
But you got, all these excuses,
How
I need
Me a bitch
Who is just like you
Roll Dutch like you
Fuck like you yeah
Excuse me miss
Miss me excuse
Ya catch my drift
Like FF two
I get by
went out that night
To a club downtown
That was very high class
And had boomin' sounds
We went in
And we were dressed to impress
Fly women
went out that night
To a club downtown
That was very high class
And had boomin' sounds
We went in
And we were dressed to impress
Fly women
cherie please excuse my flirting
Tell me if your heart is working
And I know I hear it beating
Your love was so relieving
This won’t make you get
turned out to be a bastard
And I cheated on her with her best friend
Who, I should mention, she hadn't hung out with since she was like fucking ten
I don't
fold
And where you at?
Your excuses are getting old
Your bars are getting cold
I didn't want to rap, too many skills to show
So where you at?
Your
Start saying "fuck you tics"
"You know what you gotta have? No excuses"
I'm in the game, bringing this new shit
Master. MC, music
I was blacked out
I’m with 2 of my goonies
Brown one, big back, she choosy
Driving in a benzo, no hooptie
Gyaldem dig that, miss excuse me
Ex said she didn’t wanna
Crimes directed by you know who
Summoning monsters from the tomb
Empty heads want bigger barriers
Poor excuses for a bad attitude
You labor long to get
But excuse me if I seem a little rude
While I was missing my childhood,
My brother and my prime
You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude
Well
neighbor
She said it was mine that was her best guess
But let's check the results of the blood test
I started smiling yeah cause it read negative
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