Lyrics:
like common casualty
I know my enemies are failing with they strategies
I got the drive without the keys, that's why they mad at me
The struggle ain't no
BIG IN
Big in confused thinking, what I'm gone do
You told me to try again, Baby girl now where are you
I can't accept this lonely feeling
If you can
Mason died, Nardski died too (Rest in peace)
I listened to my to music
My spirit lead me through
My brothers in the clutch (Thomas Boys)
And bound by
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
just those few
Well guitars and cigars are all need
An old Ford pickup with just three speeds
A nice cold beer and a 44 and I’ll make do.
Verse 2
Well I
a big cornfield, farmer's been workin hard all year
But there's changes coming, his tractor's running
Those cutumn leaves are blowing my way
I can
girls are gonna make him prove that he believe in God
I'm haunted by an overfriendly poetry chick
Who keeps showin me hip cause she know that she thick
teaching rap, and of course I am back
Because these other MC's are here also weak and wack
So BDP will teach them, hey, we will teach them
BDP will teach
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
the slow jams on
Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears
Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the town
I seen niggas die off, like
Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause
I'm so stressed and all I here is "fuck the world" [Repeat: x2]
[Ludacris]
Man
Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me... listen here
[Chorus]
When life seems hopeless
It make a n**** lose focus
Empty beer
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are
Kubrick
The track bouncy, no-body, get more rowdy
Than Suffolk County, peace to Crackhead Crowley
Honky Thomas, Keb McGlocklin the whole crew
Cab
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of whites
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are
Walking by the river with a knife in my hand
I'm following her footsteps in the sand
My knife is sharp and my hands are strong
I'm walking in the sun
And Again and again
Alaye
Yo burn all the doubting Thomas
We came through in numbers
We affi do it big
We affi do it large
Do it enormous
And you know we
wore spandex
You were a customer, you did Xanax
I'll take you and your bitch by the ear
And then smash you together like Stone Cold's beer
Being
are one
It's time to tell 'em just who we are
We've all got problems, and we all feel alone
We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold
We could fill
just hop in the Benz (it's all big)
[Verse Two]
Verse two, aiyyo I'm are-A-W
E.S.T. the Acknickalous one, owwwww
The Greatest Man Alive!
I'm just stayin
got this great big knife cause the hunting is my life
it's my chance to drink beer and get away from the wife
it's the boys night out acting stupidly
that big old cloud our way
And blow that big old cloud our way
Down at the watering hole (pub) Beers a-plenty
But you can't use beer to wash your
it
Career make a mill
You take and you greedy
Tryna make me ya meal
Ticket on the metro
Hitchin rides
I really rap, y'all gettin' by
Full steam ahead
I'm not there
I'm not there
I'm not there
I'm not there
The obituary read
"Killed by an overdose of press"
Not that the mother in law could care
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