Lyrics:
a thing
So show me what you know I need
I've been dying to come down
I do not blame you or tame you
Turn from me, count to three
Your hide
another one down and truth tell
You 'bout three feet and half way in the ground
Dawg you better than this
Don't let that money make you no fool
By now you
or twenty years down the road you'll see them illuminated by the moonlight
They have the faith and they have the hope to find something in the night
Surrounded by issues they stuck right with him like
Mom is cryin', pops is gone
What the fuck is goin' on cops breakin' down the door
Lookin' blaze, lookin'
Say's, we're gonna need more space by sayin' I know just the place
Where we can walk down to the country store
And we won't even have to lock our doors
Since I was born, they couldn't hold me down.
Another misfit kid,in another burned-out town.
I never played by the rules, I never really cared.
put a thousand on the Jaguars
And yeah, I really gotta get on that
We Smoked It All 3 too
But I mean we're pretty
Close when you write down all
See I don't [??] shit bitch your head will get cracked
Talkin down on Psycho Nip and your get murdered for that
Ho ass nigga, that's the reason why
CROWN
CHORUS REPEATS
BRIDGE
I NO LONGER HAVE TO WAIT, FOR THE SPARK THAT COVERS ME,
IT’S A STAND FOR ME TO TAKE, IT’S NOT A WAND THAT WE CAN WAVE
IT’S
To a place you never been
We be delivering that hotness for ya something that’s out of this world we bring the space ship all a board buckle in keep away
to Jackson Square
I met you on Decatur Street
With your little bare feet and your violin
I was walking by with my guitar in my hand
You smiled at me
Alright man so I gotta ask
Have you ever dealt with any stalkers?
Like fans that are stalkers? You
Know what I mean?
You'd be surprised bro I mean
follow
Ain't to stopping the power of three
Destined by the Father only
To make y'all sing a melody
That carries volume
We laid low for a while
But
my knowledge as far
As the stars. Could I possibly go to Mars
And think of something clever for the rest of these bars?
I just keep running around,
I'm a try to get this in one take
By default I'm from the D
Was born and raised most of my days
Off faygo ohana tea
Through life’s turn
Landed in
love me and all of the ways I put it down
King Bizzy always working doing something
Never come to clash my crew or we will get to punching
Like Nike I
Feeling more defeated than he ever has
The proof is in the pudding get to movin' go secure the bag
Homie you gon' have to do more than to improve
These walls yeah they bear down on me
Like something I ain't ever felt before
In my head this feels like home
Feels like home
I created my own jail
Forgetting English
This is the moment
I got something on my chest and imma say it
Imma say it to you now
Finally feeling open all the walls have been torn
And these niggas want me to reach my pac
So I guess I do it
Ill have these niggas rolling by leaking body fluid
You good when you come up in my hood
the rice see
3 second rule in effect if by chance I should drop it
But let me get a spoon cause I'm no good with the chop sticks
I don't need no time to look
One of two middlemen off on three screens again
But the computer it needs to restart again
All of the sounds we made would have cost thousands
But we
Fix my heart Jesus
Fix my heart Jesus
Fix my heart Jesus
I want to see You
911 emergency
Something inside of me
Feels foreign off balance
My heart
tactics please, we roll like capital steez
Dr. Sammy brought the heat for this experiment
But I won't hop up on this beat unless it means something
You
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