Lyrics:
when we're out in the clubs listening to music
You're in a box answering Emails
5 million dollars yeah throw it against the wall
And if it doesn't
Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen
For sixteen miles by the naked eye, not to mention T.V.
The American media, greedier than the average
Country clubbin'
Country clubbin'
I come from torn jeans, rusty trucks
Worn boots, couple bucks
Early risin' 9 to 5
Hand to mouth, gettin' by
AND LIKE DAMN YOU SUCK!
I'LL END YOUR WHOLE CAREER LIKE FUCKING ANDREW LUCK!
Have you had enough?
Mumble rapping little Daniel punk
Capping like he was
because you spoiled my dream
I was in nirvana dreaming all the right things
you came along when all the money runs dry
and point the finger at me
you
a life so grand
In a ostracized country, ruled by Uncle Sam
Only 20 years old but I feel so damned
Wanna go away for good, nah don't say that man
Cause you
eyes
Four or five years had gone by
When I read about how Bobbie died
He smashed his car into a wall
Messed up on drugs and alcohol
Another brother met
ain't never gonna stop me, middle fingers to the law
Just a young boy kicking it, handling my business
Smoking in the car before I could even whip in it
so I'm gifted
I been had the bag can't fumble it
Sexy little bitch took her pussy and mumbled it
I'm beating her back now she crumbling
Eat on that
Pull up in the mmm
Pull up in that drop top
Who the fuck are you
Bad little thot thot
I seen you looking my way
With your friend but first I gotta
blown by it
Soon as I'm off the stage, get your iPhone primed
This my life, it's how I've come so high
Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this sun
I'ma take my one chance to
Fuck the arse off her
Never call her back, hit my casket proper
Soon as I rock the stage
Get your mind blown by it
Soon as I'm
and a Glock
Ready to pull out, so bitch squeeze that
(Yeah)
Itchy trigger finger on the side of my gat
Five seconds later, he was on the ground
(Dead) i gots in
the morning comes
What if I'm late got a big day
Gotta get home before the sun comes
(Hey wake up little bitch, Hey eh eh yo)
(Aye yo bitch, Skt skt aye)
5
Whether you are heard herded in the weather
Feather of a bird birds of a feather
Flying v's overhead converted into letters
Volatile vultures
just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued
want?""
Hey said “ho ho ho I'm so high high high,
It really don’t matter I just wanna get by”
Imma take you to some food cuz I know its finger lickin'
We
I really don't know how to put into words, um
Be able to this and be able to make music and
This is the end of album number five and
Fifteen years
the aftermath of a sad, sad song?
I see your hands
The way they hide up your sleeves
Your slender little fingers in a tight white fist
That was meant for me
on your finger, five for your shades
So you can't see these other niggas
They won't call you again, that's enough
I could see you're wasting time
Would
just a lie 'cause there's still a degree of celebration
Flavor of the mind flow sweetly but sour
Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub
just a lie 'cause there's still a degree of celebration
Flavor of the mind flow sweetly but sour
Softened by the touch of the fingers that rub
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I-I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five, I'll send those packs to your doorstep
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