Lyrics:
on the countdown (North Carolina)
Seran down the V, coke in the whip...he bought the Chaper (Chicago)
Notorious secrets? Nah with secret indictments
Jim indicted but
I been working like a dog and I ain't talking nine to five
Breaking my back for a buck, barely getting by
So it's time I lose the working man blues
you cant see da stash
My shawty in da hood said he like it like dat
He put it on me good
and I throw it right back
Im a Playa
Ima pimp
I'll stick
dollars in a bottle,
And ten more just in case that don't do the trick!
And I'll be dead broke tomorrow morning,
With heart-aches by the dozen,
And a lady
Lost in your arms again
Lost in the waves
Standing by a river got me caught up in my dreams
Caught in-between, rough undercurrent in the stream
This
love, man
Ayy, uh
Just drunk a half a bottle of that Hennessy, I'm wavy
Had to leave that bitch before she played me
My feelings hurt, I can't even
across my collar, does it purr?
All these pimps is hysterical
I think they full of scare
Passin' by 'em in the V twin
Ghost-ridin' the blur
And rejection
the bottle
You put it in a teapot
It becomes the teapot
Water sign, you can catch me by the ocean
Sun kiss, meditating for devotion
Can't swim, light saver
Still cuttin' it live, uh
I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw
I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw
I'm down by law so keep
can't afford to pay my child support
Clouds are rolling in, think I'd better have a snort
I get myself some therapy from Dr. Jim Beam
I tell him about my
then the police sky waves off the blue
I partied two or three hours now I'm sideways in the sukra
To the hoopsta's, survival is the be-under
But I was
mounted
P-pill popping sick position
I am surrounded
By numbers of addictions
I will never listen to another motherfucker
Dumb and dumber,Jim Carrey
But
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to be country rich is parties by the levy
We be country rich in a rusty old Chevy
We be country rich with a bottle full of brandy
We say country rich, but
had a fake marriage, now here's to honeymoon
Ya zone vagabond and the Blue Lagoon
Now everybody take a word from the wise
A girly and a bottle
offering
A feather of blue
Feather of blue
That fell from the Stellar Jay's wing
The first snowflake
To melt on your tongue in Autumn's chill
A robe
You can’t cut this knot
Tell your God that I forgot
All my memories I drank
This furtive bottle in one shot
Writing poems on the bottom
Of my sorrow
hand, palm trees and sand
And a jam by the Zac Brown Band that'll cause me to dance
Feelin' like anything could just fall in my lap
Not a flaw in my
and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead man lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the shores where his father's laid
Then fifteen minutes
Circlin' up out back behind that Texaco
Brushin' the blonde hair out of her blue eyes
Countin' the stars out under the big sky
Passin' the bottle round just
a bottle and it goes around
I'm leaving drunk by 4 a.m.
And watch me jump in the golden Benz
Top down with the pokey rims
Now I'm swerving, so you know I'm
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
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