Lyrics:
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
What do we have to show for it
But another summer wasted? (Wasted)
All we have are memories of our summer days
Wasting away
Before it's too late (Before
does this take
I pull up when I pull up this way
Man I'm tryna get work from morning
And it's like I'm being charged by the day
But I ain't got nothin'
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
Cashus Clay
The Yay
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
Eh, eh blaze.
Back in the days, when I was raised
Niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's
You lose a good thing then you want it back again
But it's too late to want what you reminisce
And it was hard to lose you
Four days I laid with
don’t care who started what I’m here to finish
You don’t want to see me on my dark side
Late night conversations with my
Fucked two hoes in one day what
dicks, how we growed up in the ghetto
New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure
Whole sixty days wore Dickie fits, until
get outta here
Can't be late on your first day"
Johnny packed his lunch then went on his way
He's just a youngin' tryna make it in this cold, cruel
days, but would you still stand by
me through that change
Yeah I feel insane cause I haven't cried in years, I can't lie but I'll be alright
Don't believe
a twist
M4A1 to genie dust
Ay Veda's beating us
I'm so devious
The way I strike my keys Rocket League
Cause I'm a genius
Counter strike Diablo with a halo
nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin'
the story lost its arc
(One two three four five six seven eight,
Count the days until it’s too late)
Swinging belly down arms up
(Nine ten double twelve
love and getting hate
All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late)
You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states
Smoke session live resin 4
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
Every day's the same old story
The boss man Tries to play
You can come out here and do your 40
But you always end up working late
Over time I don't
Late night 12 O'clock
Sipping brew buzzing out
In the whip bad chick
Love it when we thuggin thuggin
Late night 12Oclock
Sipping brew buzzing out
In
villain now, woah
Taking it day by day I just wanna preach to da pope woah
Taking it day by day I just wanna show you the ropes and how it go woah
Tell me
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
I make big money
I drive big cars
Everybody know me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by
I just hope you call
give a little time in your day
tell me that you’d rather withdraw
tell me that we’ll both be okay
I’d show all my flaws
sew
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