Lyrics:
I been tryna recover
But this soul tie shit been driving me insane
I'm in the passenger's seat and the doors are locked
So I can't get out like I
in the day we were just friends you said we would be better friends
But seeing you here lets be know
That faith is a thing, and my heart says go
So if
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
Shawty say she really wanna ride wit me
I Told if she down, take the passenger seat
I know she really really wanna fuck with me
But my mind steady
the time of day
From the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
Here she comes, woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-oo-woo-woo
Hey Jim, you better get out the rig,
it happen
Better than you could ever imagine, so
Just stay strong
Keep on the road you're on
Toward your dream
Well the years go by
You start to wonder
niggas, still claiming that they better
All my niggas been gorillas, still totin on beretta's
Streets knowin we official, aint by ourselves bitch we
I've had better days
I got my head in the ground
Through one ear and out with the shit that the people telling me
I don't wanna hear you out
Going
Good morning Ubsaria
Everyone, we're having a wonderful day this morning
The forecast shows that there's gonna be sunny skies for the next seven days
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
This is the way to get by
So much pain in my eyes better Days
We can make it a better day
It's to live or to die
It's so hard to survive better Days
We
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
the time of day
From The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe
Here she comes
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hey, Jim you'd better get the rig
Whoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
they felt all the cries I had dealt
Days in the rain paid in timing and wealth
Pain always rose better days never came
The fakers they change
hit it in a day it took a couple months
Face down ass up like she a hoe or sum
But wen we steppin out in public get her anything
Nd by anything its
rattling inside that mind like loose change
I know I’ve lived a lifetime of mistakes
2 decades dwarfed by just a couple days
Seen sore losers battle tooth
Better days are coming by and by
Don't you get down hearted, don't you cry
Troubles will be over, all our joys come over
Better days are coming by
always at as much risk
I bet by that time they'll be singin' a different tune
With no rhyme I assume tisk tisk tisk
Earth Day, Earth Day
Every day
always at as much risk
I bet by that time they'll be singin' a different tune
With no rhyme I assume tisk tisk tisk
Earth Day, Earth Day
Every day
seat, you're in control
It's on you now
Even better every day, I swear
Maybe it's a little unfair
Baby, I'm starstruck by you
Didn't know we'd get so
morning
Up in the nah b, ignore it
I'm just talking gore
But the word flips is gorgeous I'm on it
Package of jacks from the store
By the passenger door
Bout
hook-line sinker
Think a brother's gonna keep overlooking
Shooken by a desire gone wrong
Wild for the Night like that's my song
Since the day you picked me up
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