Lyrics:
Won't ask you how you been
Don't tell me about yourself
Don't tell me about your friends
What do you wanna be when you grow up
If it doesn't make money
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
are
Won't ask you how you been
Don't tell me about yourself
Don't tell me about your friends
What do you wanna be when you grow up
If it doesn't make
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys?"
Carolina you know the girl kept me up all night
And when my Carolina throw down you know the girl knows how to fight
Don't think we're gonna make it
that you say then you tell me I'm crazy
Go drop an album then
Go drop an album then breathe
I need to breathe
I'm running out
Of things I speak
What's
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
to the studio
You know he do it one take
He said tell me what you think of this
And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man
I really wanted more like
of Gaithersburg, and you'll never know
What it means for a kid in his teens and his entire team
To go from open mics to actually living they dreams
This a "thank
stores and dope spots
You might find it, it's goin' down
2006 is gonna be a fool (2006)
We got the brand new album by Project Pat (yeah)
A brand new
Carolina you know the girl kept me up all night
And when my Carolina throw down you know the girl knows how to fight
Don't think we're gonna make it
hum too
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what
hum too
Some shoes, gotta be twenty man
It's not even funny they can't breathe
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what
straight up with
Kinds of make up
'cause eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream
"Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see it's you
Bullets
grub)
Can't fuck with no basic bitch who want a thug
Bobby sell albums, no he don't sell drugs (let that boy breathe)
Make it pop (ay)
Make it pop
(It’s Damage)
(We all up in the cut, look a little scraggly, you know)
Beach bum baby
Carolina crazy
saltwater raised me
The mountains gave me
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
and make it whistle
You know what I hate about rap?
You can be whoever you think
Like Cass' ain't really sell no drugs
That's just an image he paint
Well I
Carolina you know the girl kept me up all night
And when my Carolina throw down you know the girl knows how to fight
Don't think we're gonna make it
connect it mentally
Or physically but spiritually, I could tell we could make it
Now how far you wan take it, heart on your sleeve all naked
Shreve been
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
stressing and worrying and then
When I come off it's all done and what I did
I even enjoy about it?
Not even that, you closed up the Grammy's
But that's
you're by my side
It's a treat just to fucking breathe
The air you breathe out makes me come alive
For you my heart beats a melody
If loving you's a crime
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