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that he on the road
They don't know that my bro
Came with a ghost yo!
Eh! Big stepper in the room
Got the Earth quaking sending vibrations to the moon
No

get spangled
Them bars get mangled
Like Paul need an angel
I'm a bear in the booth big elephant in The room
Thats that 80s baby two 40s terrible Twos
I

And baby girl you on my mind
And baby girl when it's the time
Ima take you to the moon, Ima show you these views,
Up in all glass room, you give me shit

I pick her up in Seabrook, we havin' dinner in Portsmouth
Green eyes, grey dress, I swear this girl's gorgeous
The waiter smile big each time he

Slashin to the glass movin so fast right to the hole
They don't know how to stop him
And he keeps on droppin
Two's and 3's by the second and the crowd is

When the Lights Go Down

Edie Brickell

Picture Perfect Morning

1994

On the ground.

Went away on a Sunday,
Had a glass of wine on Monday,
All by yourself in your room.

And it's hard to believe when the lights go down,

now, I'm in this room alone and I cannot get out
How could I love myself ever again?
Only saved by this pen, always kill myself rapping of back thens
I

to smart remarks grab a cart of remy mar
And laugh it off hassle hoff
Pass the broads
Im chugging and cuffin this glass of malt
(Uh)
Liquor
While looking

look at price tags (broke hoe)
I buy shit with straight cash
Bitch, you broke, you finance (yeah)
Big top, small legs, bitch built like a wine glass

Hey, watch them coming through
I don't know what to do
Big government, like McDonald's we're loving it
Put our hands in a cage like a looking glass

Verse 1
My Car seat in the back of the Benz
Moms with me got the Mink
Big hat with the brim
Curtains covering the window
Like we in a limo 
Rest your

Caught by yourself with petty convictions
That crucified anyone's small expectations of having uncertainty creep into rooms
Single flick of a cigarette

and cardio looking like a skater/ weight up & cut up, added soda by the bater/ alllllll glass.../ calculated moves all math/ disposable bitches minus the ass,

Ayye
Ayye
Yea man
The party
You feel me
It's vibing
But bruh
I been peeping shawty over there
All night long by herself
You know what I gotta do
I'll

Surrounded by those that don't wanna be
All of these thoughts... They keeping me weak

I'm sick of myself. I know I need help. Ahh
Problems that you cannot fix

be a Craig Vill song
Niggas thought that riding in a car that mean it's hard to hit you
Solving issues by swinging choppers, ripping through scar

stuck in a pose
Looking like somebody who knows
They don't have a clue where to go

I'm always hiding in a mask
In a room filled with broken glass
Where

No, I didn't let this pass
Your heart is as clear as glass
No I won't let it pass
Dance, it was the last dance
Although you fucked every chance
After

I could be anywhere
I could be living it up somewhere on the west coast
By a window
And i would be happier

Don’t wanna go home
Running in rhythm

Raise a toast
Came this far
I could just cool on the rocks like a brandy
All of this shade
Never was a glass house guy
But I keep stones by cause

some gas or I'll take a glass
Of bleach to quench the stench
Gained from this lame wench
She so so stinky Ickey ickey ickey her skin very sticky
When I

my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um

Ain't nothing funny
Sept this feeling in my gut
Bout this particular occasion
I'm takin
Big risks to get rich
And moneys the persuasion
Weather Caucasian

gun I'm here to show the world how it's really
done I hustle hard, never takin' a break
I'm on top of my game, there's no room for mistakes
I'm breakin'