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right)
It was a mess, all the taxes and accounts (what?)
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't by an ounce (hell yeah)
And now that we platinum,
feelings
In the A.M
Cause by the P.M
Yeah they'll probably go away
You gonna tell me
Just how much you love me
Then watch how we turn it to hate
I'm out
Oh, I'm Impatiently waiting for this day to end
Oh, I can't wait for this suffering to end.
Oh, I think.
8 pm that night we called
She told
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
Everybody getting high this my type of-
Everybody getting high this my type of party
Smoke so much exotic I be getting higher
Than Bob Marley
She asked me for the truth
Then she asked me for the proof
Had to hit her with a poof
Disappeared into the booth
I was smoking Anit-bouf
High as hell
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by
Thanks
I took her hand in mine and whispered
Don't worry
He's coming
He'll be here
It's Saturday night
He almost always stops here on Saturday night
Last
need and can't afford
We shall take by force
Lightning battles and fruit salad
Pineapple surprise
Gripes
And whorish eyes
Camels ride
Questions rise
and turned by the transvestite's dance
It isn't Naomi it's the Marlboro Man
If you want to run I understand
The night dies on a daily basis
The solar orbit
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
they'll be ignitin' the page
Grindin' on cold nights, puttin' light to the flame
Now there's no flame that can melt the ice in my chain, yeah
I really
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
Eh Chett you good…
Yeah…
Uh...
I am just tryna get by
I wanna try to be fly
She want me but I say bye
See I'm rapping ends
By the Benz
you get creative and make homemade shit
Breathing in Nitro from a race cars' hood
Trying to be lit, by acting so edgy
That shit is lame
Imma be
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufaula
Caught
tryin to figure out just where the hell did I go
Well I liked you I ain't just want sex
Well I ain't even goin flex
First time you walked by everybody
pm
Say that he'll be fine
I'll lose my mind
They lost their son
He lost his wife
Black and powerful
We're still alive
Looking blue in
Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Till she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Till she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her
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