Lyrics:
Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends
(OK girl) Yeah what I did was wack
But you don't get
No truer statement
You won't live by their rules
They're limit-slative
To what's creative
Communicative
That's just how you move
Let go complacence so
He didn't feel too well that Saturday,
But he was sure by evening he'd be OK,
He'd never had a cold in his whole life,
So why would he be dealt this
eyes when he cries?
You can change the world (I can't do it by myself)
You can touch the sky (gonna to take somebody's help)
You're the chosen one
the motherfucking laws were so raw that I accepted my cross, I was born to be cursed by my thoughts and creativity, gross, is not a marvelous boss, at least with me
they're keeping it hard, real
Not realising that it's hard to reveal
Feelings unveiled, use swords and shields
That's why he's got his guard up
In any
I was sittin' by the bank on a hollow stump
When I thought I heard me a bullfrog jump
Turned around and sure enough there
He sat
He said excuse me,
him something
He even listens to my songs
So far he's appreciated all of them
That was important to me being in each minute
Like a picture frame
can tell he's groovy
D-O-U-G-L-A-S
Is that your name?
He moved the marker to 'yes'
Ouija board boogie
Feeling kinda spooky
He wants to do a remake
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
the blind man pity
He's got eyes all over the city
Don't let your guard down because that is what he wants
Let me tell you about this gangsta, he says he is
seek
How can you expect to find
So I talked to the Man
I said whats the deal now
He was kind and he said
You know the way
Then I reached into
off with your friend
He only sorry he got caught like Riri said oh way back then
Tell that boy it's over matter fact don't tell him nothing
He was
or the flaws that I was born with
Or the mistakes that I've made; they're all just fucking excuses.
So bury me in the memories of my friends and family.
I just
I saw him by the dj
The way he danced was cool
They said I stood no chance
They called me little fool
Well here I am before you
And all your friends
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
He was a small town boy by the name of John
Yeah he moved here from Saskatchewan
And he knows exactly what he's looking for
A girl to carry through
You made it clear you weren't just another myspace mistress
And I didn't take it personal
When you ignored my request to be your friend I spilled my
find me (come get it)
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin' he ain't tryna come home cocky (he chillin')
He comin' home to a dollar (dollar), and a mansion
sell my soul, ho, who the hell is you?
They say my kind ain't welcome everywhere, well I can deal with that
But those who pop they shit get the shit
no bedtime story
To be told
Only that someone came
And they had to go
Run again little friend
You gonna have to grow
Even though it won't be
Where you
What kind of mental hell did I create
A type of hell that's dark and filled with rage and hate
In a fight with myself, reaching for the gate
By
lyrical and what I be
Saying gon' make you think
I'm all in, I be solo
Don't need no friends
I fuck with Lil' Soto
That's my cuh-in law, he get it in
Lil'
Havin' baby after baby by the same old chump
And then the day came, he left the dame shamed
But who's to blame? Y'all know the name of the game
Pimp
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