Lyrics:
I already cried when she let me know
I already died
That was long ago
Baby, pay no mind
You can let me go
I'm out of my mind, and I hope you know
I
can't stop jumping
As time flies by, it's a quarter to three
The cub let out, yeah we hit the streets
You got people doing thing i aint never seen
We shut
folks, except ta go downtown and watch haircuts
So I was raised on Dust Bowl tunes, you see
Had a six-tube radio an' no TV
It was so dog-goned hot I had
the way you act
You need to fix yourself, hurry up and go fix yourself
Can't do nothing, won't nothin' now
Everything's gonna pass you by
Better
of timber, of flint and of stone
So near and yet so far away
Were she to go there she'd not do it walking
And yet she would try just the same
Sing me that
Niggas don't even see the cohesion
I don't fall even in Scorpio season
I don't be with niggas and that's not for no reason
Where I go it's girls there
in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a craw fish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we?ll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya, a-craw fish pie and-a filé gumbo
'Cause tonight I'm
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
Jonah was a prophet
he had a job to do
go to Niniva and teach
but Jonah said teach who
he didn't wanna go
instead he ran the other way
Jonah jumped
Doc
And his strange op
Not that bad
For tigers and cubs
Poor, the burned crocs
Bore the new blocks
Built by corrupted fucks
Like Peta
Extremists hidden
walking om my thin ice
So you gon swim with fish
Stop thinking that you have a choice
bitch I insist
Thanos cause if I snap
You're dying by my fist
I'm
show you how
Lemme show you how!
This is that Porsche GT shit
That Baltimore G shit
That body-bag, dope-fiend dead off O-D shit
Fish scale
like a casting call
Don't shop in it but I live right by the mall
Don't go in it I just gotta make a call
The Red Eye is coming yeah maybe Fall
I bought
Basketball sucks
Fish Mafia we smokin' bait
Fuck with us, that's your first mistake
We fishin' by the lake
Your bitch looks like Mordecai you can't
shhh
I guess forget it
Wanna make a song that feels like my legs when fish netted
I I only listen if the gut said it
I'm high working on my root cause
me in a coma
I nut on that fish on my sofa
458 California 'Rari
I got that old money, call it Atari
Let's go off the dome, I chop by the dome
the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a craw fish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause
oooh)
I got hoes by the three,
Like I was Charlie’s Angels.
And I gave her the game,
Now she working her angle.
To that bread I’m no stranger. (Go
on past
Your careers all roll on gass
Only Wiley was ever roll deep and the rest of u just wanna bone his ass
Yo quick bro go hold his hand
Don't talk
Gotta set it straight
Getting money, no debate
Getting larger, not late
Past the marker, 28
Freshmen silly, go figure
Homie Heber always bigger
a ready to go, he jumps in
His pirogue headed down the bayou
He's got fishin' line strung across the Louisiana River
Got to catch a big fish for us
go out blowing bubbles for good
You know I used to love to swim and fish
Then you went and ruined it when you left
I can't go 'round the water no
dey sub
I dey push, man no go flop
guess the lion was awake
when I took e cub
Nwoke di ócha, man on sanity
Lord protect me from Enemity
I been clear
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