Lyrics:
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kissar in
and there's clubs
And there's lassies there, too
The girls are all pretty and
The beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum
Growing on every tree
"Wrap me up
Playmaker
Got kids to feed baby
I used to push dimes
Then dimes turned to ladies
I used to run game
Then game turned Mercedes
Her shape a coke bottle
But
bitch daily afternoons
Stop by hair saloons, and make the sad bitch pay me
180, in the middle lane, I pop bottles
Expensive models, do they damn thang
then you better go fish
Get it for yourself ain't nobody going feed you
I just bought me a house and got it built new
You niggas talking bout money
But
hope to catch
By the broken bottles on my steps
Sorrow spills from your lips
Boy you're too young
You're gonna catch up
But there's no rush
So
the next time you decide
To come visit me in the zoo
And by then I just may have
Written a song about you
And if you lookin' for a friend
You knockin'
remembered
So many times that my memories are worn
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
He's Plotting on his CV
Hope them niggas never get to see me
Makk
Stack it up two by two
If its peng ting talk ya about then I'm airing it out
Cause
Follow me
Man im your friend
Just forget
What your Mama said
All the Green
And a hundred grand
All you need
Is to take my hand
Break
Another bottle
this fuckin' skateboard and these dirty ass jeans
I'm the boy that stole a pack of Twinkies And a bottle that's green
I never gave a fuck about
to a D zoo
Eating while we feed people to lions
The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo
He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you
EMAR
Oh-ho
Girl, tell me what you want from me
Is it true real love cause you're hurting me
And girl, I see what you post on your feed
Make love,
these sights and smells
They help me write the songs I tell
I don't let love flutter by
I don't ever let my 'ships just sail away
But I can't seem
Had a mill at 16 know how that felt?
And I'm still kicking shit, bitch black belt
Shoulda seen me in that yella 4-30
Got it washed everyday, bitch
missed my
VERSE, forgot the fuck im on it, fuck, vomit,
.chunks of gah-bage that i feed myself leave myself,
NEED some help, bottles seem to leave
green
You awake my desire
A desire rooted deeply
(I desire you/so deeply)
Chorus
Come over to me
I’ll show you my eternity
Let us be
Night owls above
keep me in a hanger
Always ready for the danger
Killing in style
Range Rover
Pop a bottle
Day over
Smoke a blunt
Start over
Fuckin’ shit up on the east
never censored
I called upon an angel cuz my pillow needed feathers
Inside my addiction
I pull my own strings to feed my affliction
I write devine
trust red blue or green
wind me up and watch me go
strong and stable vote for me
I see it now, why can’t you
blinded by lies its so very clear
why in
wifed it
Got the woods on me yea I'm blowin Russian cream
Got my Eyes real low yea I barely can see
With the wock on me I ain't fuckin with green
Exotic
guess who did it, where the warrants at?
Black bottles through the night until the morning back
Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that
places
Pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low
In the strip club looking for familiar faces
People know me on a first name
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