Lyrics:
I will see you in a week or two
It's late, you better get goin'
Take care of yourself and
Call any time you feel
That you're missing me
I can only
you're ugly
People just think you're ugly
You have a fascinating face"
"Thanks" we had another drink
"What are you doing?" she asked "Nothing
I can't get
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
fast cars, from behind on me
We just got another win, so don't you whine on me
Go treat yourself to pity parties and hot women at the beach
On the field,
don't have to, but you wanna
A meal is hard to make, but you tell yourself you're gonna
Dealing 12 to 12, day into evening
I wonder how you continue to be
you catch me arguing
Never again will I get lost all in your cries
Never again will I get caught all in your Thighs
Is this the end or another part
to go out and get some closure
Look deep within yourself, your fakeness is shining over
Now so that you can understand
I'ma go a bit slower, ha ha ha,
(Mastermind)
Get ya mail boy
Natas... Forever
You see, everything around me
Rules, by the money
Man, I just think about the capers
How we do for
every thing
Who's making you?
Who's is breaking you?
Where do you come from?
What you tryna do?
Tryna be somebody else
Like another little fool
What's
when she needed you
And now you want to come around for a day or two?
It's never too late to correct your mistake
So get yourself together for your
(Compton's in the house)
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Let me explain the game that I'm performin
Before I get loced I give a warnin
Take cover, cause I blow up
'Cause I need a man
S'alright, yeah, oh
Deidra "Spinderella" Roper:
Hold up, wait, let me get this straight
You want your cake and eat it
more knowdlege
I'm tryna be sober
But I can't get enough Of it
She won't fuck then I find me another bitch
I be popping my shit for the hell of it
Don't
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
Come on over
By the pool
Pour yourself
A Moscow Mule
Come on over
Bring a dish
Something cookin
We're raging Phish
Berry and the Spaceman
Another
flowing
Still dreaming about blowing
But I'm not an add on backpage
Or affected by the closure
Imposing rules on society
You don't impose on yourself
How
doing good all up until
February again
You fuckin cut yourself cause your friend, your brother just left
So now your stressed, I don’t how you ain’t get
help
You only string me along and think of yourself
Was a fool for that glamour, but you’re gonna see
Just how it feels without me
You’re never gonna
make me just ask
You'll get it, this minute If you don't get me that cash
Brave souls, turn to wise fools someone should advise you
It ain't a game,
can do better I'm not saying I can't
I just always get triggered by someone or by something
I always say when will I ever get sign and get paid
I don't
a bomb if you really tryin' to get it on
So pass the mic, a mastermind, I'm shinin' like a diamond right
These fools trippin' if they thinkin' our mind
Well the white lies that you tell to help yourself sleep
And the tricks you use to fool people you meet
Their faces fill the screen, while the screen
To the get the pain of my chest
[Verse 2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in
and hoes
But I'm tryna ball with myself and go flex in this hell with my wrist in North Pole
You can not wreck on yourself and then go blame someone else by
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