Lyrics:
I need it all world in my hand like it's small
Splurging and shut down the mall
Someone loyal to call stall and stay down like a Monica
Ball like I'm
She said her name was a hand me down name
From the side of her family that long ago came
Over here on a boat from somewhere in Spain
Sounded to me
One fire burns inside you feel the sweat
Both hands tied behind our back
If fire burns without you sparks let go
Confused compass holds the road
Over
loud six feet my ego grow
Shawty grip it both hands letting off my eagle low
Bust it back and forth there's no remorse
I win of course I'm in
You
You messed up my plans mama
I don't understand what is it that you can't stand, baby you don't understand me
I got racks up in my hands, Imma need
And our shame
Is speculation
On their lips
Over bike sheds
Over feather beds
Embrace by the canal
Just stay
Just kiss me
Put your hands on me
It’s real
I
ever sweet
I can't hack it, I can't track it down
I'm afraid to go or stay
I find I'm always drowning without you near
But I'm calm, hands tied
I find
reason for me
Yeah we all, yeah we all got a reason to drink
Listen up
There's a group of girls over there doin' shots like it's somebody's birthday
Light the chronic
I'm tryna write the Chronic
The point of no return
I'm goin right beyond it
Hyperbolic
Over the top shit
These ain't them sacks, ya
Gee, it's great after bein' out late
Walkin' my baby back home
Arm in arm over meadow and farm
Walkin' my baby back home
We go 'long
us
Molded by ebbs and flows, what's the motion?
Polled my soul then it told
Can only do so much with hoping
Moping around only got me a handful
after the nigga
With the championship belt
And puttin his ass on the shelf
Its out with the old
And in with the new
Throw them hands
Or pistol play
What
And I'm standing over by the bandstand
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Every eye gaping on John Finn's wife
Now John Finn's wife was something
This sunny weather isn't what I'm used to
But it makes me wanna spend my time obsessing over you
I don't really know what I should do
Cuz you scare
Take it off out the blue
Feel her heart racing
Do shit by the book
Give her brain cause she ain't know what to do
Never eat a bitch
Unless it's 2
I know
Surrounded by pests of vanity and overhyped artists on the mainstream
It's insanity to see them form a clown posse and then examine me
It's sampson's greed
a rush really didn't care if it killed me
Speaking of next street over the shots pop off
None of us really moved cuz guns here always go off
Besides Bianca
But it comes out all wrong
CONVERSATION INTERCOM
You say what I see still
You speak in different tongues
.......
Clap your hands and you know what
hands
Finesse it like slow dance
Caress her like cold brandy
All these women like the boy is mine no Brandy
I'm just tryna make it to the Grammy's
With
by you weaklings, such nerve
Such gall valoran at my hand? Now
That's thinking too small
Imagine if you will a small nexus of worlds
As they curl
there's a rally and it's swinging
Through the crowd with a thousand voices singing
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
Motherfuckers took over, and now
[Chorus]
Stand up
If you don't like what I'm saying then buck
Swing when you see me we can throw them hands sucker
Stand up
If you didn't notice
hands up in the air
Shawty over there
Shake that derrière
Is she yours is she mine it ain’t really clear
Na
Show what you about
Never self doubt
Do it for
goals
Way before I had a fan
Couldn't see the vision
I found it in braille
No hands out in my story
I really went through hell
I'm closer to the finish
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