Lyrics:
Sort me out
Man, I went to this nightclub at the city
I started going
I thought, "Ah, yeah, I'll get
Pissed" then I yeah, no
I was a good looking guy,
simpin'.
Oaktown players, strictly pimpin', baby.
My name is Short. Just what you've been looking for.
Sending young tenders on a wild goose chase.
Up
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
didn't really believe me... haha, what's good?
Young God! Young God! Ay... for the Record this is how the young god came to be
You can turn it a little
Yeah I'm riding round the city
In something that's sitting pretty
Passenger looking ballsey
She as high as Diddy
Diamonds are looking flawless
Yes I pay
Yeah man, we good to throw down
Got my demo, man
To blow up in this rap game, man
Aw man, ain't that
DJ Superfly over there, man?
He work up
the good die young
If that's the case I guess I'll be dead by 21
Should I have some kids now
To carry on my legacy sorry lemme stop
My thought are getting
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
me do my thing, nigga, let me be
I ain't perfect, I'll admit it, but who are you to judge me
I ain't fuckers on the skirt, getting money, that's my
up? Yup you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can't let go, I can't let go
Man I hate to see you single in the club looking for kisses
up, yup you were so embarrassed
See those are times I can't let go, I can't let go
Man I hate to see you single in the club
Looking for kisses
Moving in tandem
This is what I wanna see
For the number one album
Every song is great it be
For the number one song
By Fabü yep is me
When you need
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
Back at 13 I can recall
Being young and dumb wasn't our fault
Time really flying right by
I remember back in middle school bumping Logic's old songs
looking after all of us brothers
And he will help show us the way
It is now time for us all to repent
And god will forgive us for are sins
We are all born
writing so much like a book
People who diss me are gonna get cooked
Mood is an album that will leave you shook
Bro I’m still really young and I feel like
wanna, got some shit up off my chest
I made enough music to supply five albums, manifested some good vibes
Cause I doubt them
Demons wanna evacuate
Had
a call from my dog name Jalen
And when he hear this song he gon probably think I'm crazy
See we just had a good conversation
Plus he rep Baltimore
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall but my heels are
Vanilla by the case, fuck the cuffs, where my bracelet?
Frenchy is the name, CB is the gang
Let's call the boys, call a couple planes
R-r-ring on like
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
albums I’m writing, these are classics
And I’m kinda feeling like the protagonist
And these aren’t songs I’m writing, these are epics
Combined with my
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