Lyrics:
hitting me up on this evening?
He said he got eighty grams of reefer
to smoke away by the weekend, okay
Whenever it burn out
Fuck how it turn out
Hitting
chill
I pop another pill to get up out my thoughts (damn)
Life been really toxic, overrated
I don't feel appreciated anymore
By people I thought it
and warming up out by the camp fire
And you know that i'm down like whenever if you have time
Listening to ghost town
Just lean back and slow down
Still feeling
Hey, Dave, 'twas the night before Christmas we'll go!
Hi, boys, here I go!
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
by the armfuls that burn my armor apart
[Dose One]
And before, when I said 'Shut the fuck up, it's none of your business'
That was to be in vain
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
it ain't no thang...
You can't check a checker
But when you want to try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
white's (On God)
And I won't cap up in my rap
Man I had off nights (On God)
And I won't cap wish I went back into the ball life
Seen them bodies I won't be
been
Driving in my black car
Burning up some gasoline
Set my wheels on fire
Unleash your desire
To the night crawling machine
[Chorus]
Burn baby, burn
Sick of being lonely every night up in my bed
While he's going out with friends
I wanna know if he really cares if he cares
I'm so sick of being
'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse!
The stockings all hung
By
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
the dead minded, numbed and solitudinal is a path to un-righteous damnation
The contamination of a soul baptized in catholic blood
Brought up by protestant
the checkers while we wait
It’s greasy
Finally I spot him, he pulls up and sees me
Told me he could front me
But I’m lifting off him easy
Thinking he should keep
What it take I contemplate
Sage cleanse my soul
I'm movin betta now
Give me chetta now
This ain't no checkers
Checkers movin foul
Up on the net they
Isolated drowning from my island
By the riverside my suicided silence
Who ain't slept in days?
Why you niggas lying?
Burn the Hayes like Issac
Global
record
Shut the fuck up about music, I'm playin' checkers
with blood Polo shirts
Lookin' at the fireworks
on the dirty ass terrace
Bones in 'fridgerators
Well let's burn until the sun burns your eye
& keep burnin' 'til it sets on the Westside
Just ride & stay high all night
Let's just ride & stay high
a bitch I can swerve on
Frank Thomas homie, about to put the hurt on
Your bitch a night light in bed, she turned on
Throw some weed, tell her burn one
the NASDAQ
Burn it up, I'm on fire
I hear them boys and their raps
But they liars
Try snitchin', might as well, well why ya
What it is, what it ain't, what you
for mischief
Now aim for the drones in your zoning district
Hindenburg 'em, get 'em, burn 'em
Can't give the ghost up, no resistance
Pass that shit,
the night
Let's light up the night
I've got it all in my pocket
And we gonna rock it
Let's light up the night
Let's light up the night
Baby it's
on TV"
One night, Meek and I meet up at a
Seafood restaurant not far from his hotel
Where we are joined at the
Last minute by Rick Ross
His longtime
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