Lyrics:
the girl I need space like nasa selling acres
Chased no chaser
She don't give head I kick her out, no brainer
I'm mostly indoors rarely seen by
The fuck yu finna do?
Control the room
Better check yo mood
For yu lose ya
I put the chnaces on my life wanna run by me n get gunned down
Run from me
was suburban
478 so you duck when you chilling and see suburbans
Understood at 19 that I lived for a different purpose
By 21 start questioning is it
will come to you for what you know to be
Because you'll fast forward their entire truth
By being in the know, K-N-O-W
You'll have the Knowledge
Since day 1 girl my love for you will never change
Stand tall by my side and we will never break
FaceTime every night is what keep me awake
Girl you
on the phone
You can call Jake Shuttlesworth
I’m on the Skytel
Coping bales from Ms. Butterworth
Hand me my mail
Meet me by the shuttle
All I want is bundles
I
do o do w do igrek o g u do n w grze
Jak kontrabasista wypełniam dźwiękiem przestrzeń
Bez rapu byłbym nikim jak bez stopy werbel
Ty łap to rozkmiń
for the picture
You man shoulda buss that ting already
You man love hesi' hesi'
Yeah, can't back chat to the Prezi
You know when a beef just tastes
me bae, on some gangsta shit
My bitch put in work like I’m Michael vick
I’m her Clyde she be on her Bonnie shit
Meet by the picket fence
Will you be my
(Brent Bourgeois/Michael W.Smith)
Here I go,restless heart
Another lovely misadventure in the dark
All my friends who knew me when
Tell me not
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo
Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith
Verse 1
You're part of some heaven, but you're feeling like hell.
The Smith, You Get Smack If Mentioned
Michael Jackson, I Moonwalk, With Shoulder Lean
Keep The Pressure, This Muscle Gotta Shottie-Beam
Windex-Wiping, Them
the deep end, deep end
You don't wanna fight me hit em w the two piece it won't even be me you'll get it from a groupie
If I'm on the scene tho only for
home: they invaded
Bullets they love spraying; lives are being degraded
Philandro Castile. Same age as my peers
Sorry for what you feel. I wanna help you
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
sprawdzam
Columbo na niebieskich światłach ruchy obczaja
You can't stop the prophet like Jeru The Damaja
Looking for myself i don't even know the purpose
rock headbands
Recognize me by my stance, I'm regal like Vegeta
You can call me the Prince of all Saiyans
I don't have time for the fake friends. Fake
Never take a day off just
Train for when the day come cause
By then it's second nature
Chorus:
Rack back
Tap pap clap dat
Splat splat
Nap
nigga
And gone get yo pockets right
If you can't buy it twice Then lil nigga you ain't got it right
Stop flexing for the bitches like you niggas really
comes with a kick back
Respect that, you'll get smacked by a man in all white for five days like a test match
Cause my rhymes are the illest and you
treated like Men in Black,
But don't call me a Smith,
Still I'm a star,
Swear I'm related to Michael Jack,
Billy Jean on my hip,
I'm not the one for you
ups and downs
Like brothers often do
But I was there for him
He was always there for me
And we were there for you
How can I put into words
What
Happiness is the weather, man
Happiness is about happenstance
It's about what's happening
So, you know, yeah
If you want to wait for something cool
back up, two shots, better duck
By the third shot, I'm for sure gon' leave that nigga stuck
Facing big woods, it's like 5Gs in this blunt
Six pallbearer,
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