Lyrics:
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
side to side
I'm the same in both directions
I'm as tall as I am wide
That's why I'm square like you
I'm 3 by 3 You're 2 by 2
I'm 2 by 2 You're 3 by 3
touch down
She said I'm to much how
Do you know my naaaaaaaaaameee?
4 doors down I'm stressin out on love
I don't know how I got in this club
Pocket
This nigga to give it all to me with the cut
Get the door
Yo whats up? What you need?
Hmm? Yeah
I'm out
Hop in the '6-3 Chevy, countin
it look like
So I keep swanging, out here clanging tryna live my life
I fli, I flips down the Ave
Know I'm looking good
I'm banging "Screw",
always by my side oh,
You are consistent in all your ways (2x)
Verse 2.
You take good care of me oh, you’re always on my case Oh, I live above the systems
everything you stood for,
Now I'm sitting by your side.
At this point I declare my,
Field of expertise,
I whisper to the hostess,
To get me all
that wasnt even the question
That was like the geographical side
See I took that like geographically
I mean Ill definitely my prediction was millions by
transition
Wait
I don't want to be near
My dark intuition
I need you here by my side
My beautiful mystery guide
Wait
Life is a meteor
Let your
bang Big B in my face, my nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know that gon' make this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get
Paradise the locals say
Working a double as usual to live another day
One job for the bills, another for the essentials
And a side hustle for investments in
wanna fill my dish with tears dropping down
regret of the moment
smashed doors numerous times on my nose
I got fake tricks
they didn't serve me like they
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
Don't give me degeneration
Give me true communication
Don't give me sorrow
I want equal opportunity
To live
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
high just to get by
This is for my homies up at IMSI
And my homies from the West Side
Who don't hesitate to put it down so let's ride
And get high just
are you doing up on that ladder?)
I live up here (you live up there?)
Yessir (why don't you come down and go in the door?)
I don't live in the door
the cooked rice but deep down 3mo as3
Sikasem na medwene ho no time for nonesense
K)teb3ka deir for this side y3 nso as3
Lonely Nights with my thoughts
Lonely
locked spot?
The other townhouse next door
Is fucking empty
Their only kid is always fucking here
Kimmy Gibbler
Oh, I just stopped by to air out my feet
my flashing eye
simultaneously and at any moment we could die
and so with urgency I keep a candle by my side
and watch it disappear and glow
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Wifey on the side like Justin, shes kept the hope up
All thats on my mind is revenge revenge
Justin and a few dogs kicked the door of the hinge
Go
Listen to the tale I tell
a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door
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