Lyrics:
blinded by your smile
Back then, I was young, I was slow
I was falling down, down on a steep slope, deep hole
He know, she know
Everybody know, Eddie had
Just because I ask a friend about him
Just because I spoke his name somewhere
Just because I rang his number by mistake
He thinks I still care
that we be on
Boujee hood nigga you can tell by my cologne
Callin me a dog but she still let me bone
Foreign bitch from out the country, think I need
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
For all her care I pay
And still she runs away
(Fosco shakes Glyde by the hand)
I'm touched by your compassion
Your kindness knows no bounds
I
telling me?)
Claim you love me, but yo aura full of jealousy (It's full of jealousy)
Spoke to God, cause I think He still know what's best for me (I think
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
Like Sojourner, man, the truth
Fuck a 'Creek, I care
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what pledge
There's a stank up in the Bush
homie Serial, he on his seventh body
Bm on some shit, still like that new 7 body
I'ma ball till I fall, bitch can never guard me
Coming short, that
The feeling is high but the high don't last
Long enough for you to even read a paper
But you still thirst and hunger for the vapor
Although he is an animate,
Carter 6?
Justin Bieber big, I just wish that he would rap
Yeezus on the beat, spaceships in the gap
And I'm fillin' in the gaps, fillin' in the gaps
KimYe
Carter
All that freaky shit she do, yeah, I think you know who taught her
I just got a scat pack, you still drive a Dodge Charger
I woke up and make like
from the heavens but still so divine So divine, so divine so divine
(Yea)
All in my feelings at times sometimes I sing too much I think I should rhyme
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I
Defined by the common objects of their love. What are the common objects we as Americans love, that define us as Americans? I think we know. Opportunity,
grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning
If I could beat the block in that old school, get high like you supposed to
Then I just
him
A couple times but he's just laughing
The ambulance need to get here now
I'm bleeding man all I
Can think of is Brenda she got the worst deal
Me
cup styrofoam got me lazy
Why these hoes still think I care
I lost my heart in that field
Almost lost my dawg in the field
On that court I be ballin
Still waiting for Ye
He a sexy beast like my boy Lil Stevie
He the freestyle lord
Chop you with a sword
That's why you better play by his accord
Chilling
I've been brought up
By street cats who didn't get caught up
Like that New Jack Nino Brown at da Carter
I'm da new Tony Montana, only I'm just a
Little
a bloody toupe on his ... he's got no hair!
He's got a bald head! And the guy...whew, I think they're really great. Well it's a Buster Keaton movie
actually,
was smart and kept his girls in check
Made sure I never saw them and showed me respect
He didn't have to be loyal, like men should be
I don't care about
Makes you think
Makes you think about the people in your life
And I think of Neil
And if he was sitting there right now, what would he say to me
the palm of the glove, they ain't care about love
We still got money and guns, we ain't care about drugs
They say I'm young and reckless, I ain't care about
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