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bright red and billowing clouds
Mask the horizon better get down
The shockwave went out
And it's coming unwound,
Comin back like
2 pac just snapped
I'm

the words
Die in reality? live in a fantasy? I cannot tell you what’s worse
‘Cause you thought I had time to waste
I thought you had better taste
You spoke

dollar bills, it's giving "uh-uh"
Girl you bad and I mean you so bad
But on god, you're dumb as a box of rocks
Sometimes I want to stop or get caught by

All I wanted was you and forever
The way we fit just couldn't get better
Now I'm at home and you're in your bedroom
With someone new
It's hard

Appropriate my associates are using colloquialisms you can't even SKI
The cops are the ops in my city. We pop on them G. Gordon Liddy
My clique built to last by

Promised to be here for you as a better man
But all you do is mess around and lie in my bed
Either you lying in there
Or you lying to me
I don't care I just

man and wife with a dog as a kid it couldn't be better

I got myself a best friend
I put a ring on her finger
I love it when she smiles end to end

to get it
Stop with all these games and tell
Me what up with it
Just take my hand, I'll be your man
We surrounded by infidelity in this
World that we live

with my man Max and
Sékou with the spliff an'
Reminisin' about the time the
Flow used to rock
But '98 it's mellowbag and freundeskreis
To tie the knot

that all I cause is harm

And I can't seem to understand
No matter how I try I
Can't become a better man
And losing you was never in the plan
I guess

yo huddle blew
Bitch getting on my nerves, polio
Keep the Drac' close by, OVO
Drifting 'Cats down the block like it's Tokyo
Got more stars in the whip

In a spaceship, rocket by my side
I could fuck Gamora i ain't gotta shoot it
I can pass to my bucket scorers
New chain on the way
I keep telling Hutch

side
Bitch, get the fuck off my left
That's my better side
Yup, I'm destined for success
Let's be honest
I'm chasing what successful people
Have in

catch up (Haaa)
Came from the hard knocks
A nigga didn't have shit (I ain't have shit)
Raised by my pops, not my moms
I'm still a bastard (I'm still

no better
Now play the Mystic Pimp shit
Think you wanna change your career
Not a god damn thought in my brain
Except how I'm gonna fuck
This chick

nigga gon' flirt
How you get shot by a man with a purse?
Jackie Chan chopstick, three-round burst
We skip the funeral, put 'em on shirts
Whole lotta drugs

Christians
They gettin’ lead by the blind
Followin' preachers leadin' them to
Satan every time and He's coming back soon
So you runnin’ out of time

Rainbow

height
We can teach your type how to hit that rig
How to get that right now we hit that big
Now we take that flight
Flower man and we bake all night

Wax

mе

Let the truth be told
This is not like before
I'm not the man you known
You better let him go
Went through it all and more (yeah)
That was years

the wham
I put that on Crenshaw and Vernon Ave
We blessed

This shit working out better than
We planned it out
In France only french I know is don't panic

so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone

But I ain't never crossed a
Man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk
You know that's

So as I sip my third Heineken
I feel disturbed stupefied by the tools and
The fools I observe
In the spot's where I rock
They deserve not a word in

Now you can be a better man
For your brand new girl

Well, good for you
You look happy and healthy
Not me, if you ever cared to ask
Good for you
You're

spaceship
Look pretty when you dress up
You look better when you're naked
Paper keep piling, I'm smiling
You find these diamonds exciting
I'll keep you