Lyrics:
She’s got me going psycho
I go to club where she might go
My right tone
Made her eyes glow
I feel myself bad like michael
She’s got me going psycho
I
them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says
I swear I love my husband
I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done
flown so fast
By chance we meet and magic's happenin' once again
The second time around let's make it last
Come on, darlin'
Hold on tight, don't
This is the tale about Michael
Grew up to be nobody from
The dirty streets of Columbia
South Carolina this is
The tale told by Savage Bros
Lord Lhus
Hope you up my nigga
Im a hood survivor
I'm a demon baby
That made it out the fire
Pull my mask down no Michael Myers
If yall take one of Mines, take
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
Crack 'em one by one
You niggaz got me fucked up
Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga
Yeah I been doing me
Chilling by my doly, really staying low key
I don't owe nobody shit and none of you niggas don't owe me
Really nobody can hold
my youngins getting older I need you to know I'm your number One soldier
I hold my shit down until the ground beneath us fold up but that ain't gone be
metal records and leather bibles
More Anton LaVey than Saint Michael
More sherm in a Ford on bricks behind Midas
Fly with the pentagram pilot
Sabbath
(Aviator)
(Taurus)
My bitch a Dirty Diana
Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (bad)
I came to ball, Steve Nash (ball)
I wake up, pop a tag (I wake
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rockett Ritchotte
If the heart is a lonely hunter
Then the mind is a loaded gun
Sometimes it begins
Susan's right (Susan's right)
Ambition eats right through you
Michael doesn't see why Johnny holds so tight (I hold so tight)
To the things that Johnny
Girl if i had one wish
It’d be for us to get rich, have kids, Hold it down n never split
Girl if i had one wish
It’d be for us to get rich, have
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
Now in
Halle Berry did Michael Ealy
I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Cause the salt
my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete
To lift our hands in the air and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
fucked by Muggs
I'd like to give a shout to Cypress
This can't be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin' to
Give you a shout, now get the fuck out my
bitch a selfie queen
I got some hitters on my side
They to my right my left
I got this gold around my neck
I feel like Michael Phelps
I got this gold
is still the goldsmiths
Hold shit steady, we close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless,
it
Cuz with you by my side we could conquer this whole thang
Keep a grip right next me
These days I can't fall asleep
Been busy plotting all my
Shorty from the A like the falcons
She fuck up a check at the outlets
She be counting bread by the thousands
She got a lot of bodies who's counting
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