Lyrics:
Tangerine
Lying on your side
Educated smile
Filtered like a dream
Or all alone at night
Wailing out your heartaches
You just play, (just pout with pouty
We used to kick game by the street corners
Run, skate, hide and seek under the bridge by the stoners
Four square and ball games in the courtyard
Then
ha-ha
Five block the way, from now ha-ha
I seen you lick that rubber lolli-pop
I seen you spread, your butter rock and shook semi-car
I seen your tears,
NSGM unh
I ain't perfect by a long shot ball bounce back whenever I take a long shot
The projects just the new slave quarters
Massa come round
my heart
(Let the music rock my soul)
5 year plan and a pie chart
(I'm locked in got my goals)
You drew a line between my stars
Now nothing gonna stop
she pop and lock
In between, a couples sweets tings, are you my rock
They was not, and who am I, a guy
Feel like life, downward spiral, don't know why
Finger fucking its my cougar bitch
Bro Just poured the four he moving slow but he still be on go
Beefin by the hoe gone get you smoked
Better go check
Finger fucking its my cougar bitch
Bro Just poured the four he moving slow but he still be on go
Beefin by the hoe gone get you smoked
Better go check
Finger fucking its my cougar bitch
Bro Just poured the four he moving slow but he still be on go
Beefin by the hoe gone get you smoked
Better go check
you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations
Where I wish to be caught between
and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard
and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard
to explain to me the four noble truths
We suffer to live and live to suffer
I don't know if that's what he said, but that's what I got from it
I guess I just
cook the bacon
[Hook: Supa Bwe]
Run up on me in the ‘preme and I might kill an ape
And still rock Bape and still rep gang
And still throw signs while my
Make your victim my head
Guess who’s back bitches?
Hahaha
Now let’s rock this place man
Lets rock this fucking place
1,2,1.2,3,4 Go!
Well, little
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cause I be duckin' crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is
it)
It was a Friday afternoon if I remember it correctly
But I can't quite recall the time exactly
But it was somewhere around, two or three or four
Oh
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
niggas, yo' niggas?
Hope those niggas real as mine
There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made it
Once you successful they relentlessly giving
never did this, sucking on a big dick
What bitch? You better check the size, and recognize
When I'm between your thighs
Shit, I get hard from
Wimbledon chick who rock a stick shift
Photogenic, crazy athletic, mad equipped, tempted
Using your mind, that's the jewel of life
Science is right
into a spiral
I do not choke on my shortcomings
Or thrash against the rocks carved by my own nightmares
Over there, my other self
Has learnt to float
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