Lyrics:
glad to see that I'm
Goin' back down to my hometown
Goin' down to the Greyhound Station gonna buy me a one-way fare
Good Lord's willin' and the creeks
gave you headaches
With my old fashioned ways
But that's all irrelevant
To what I'm tryin' to say
I'm a fool for you baby
Pride won't let me stay
Perfume by Chanel and a ring by Cartier
But I gave you headaches with my old fashioned ways
But that's all irrelevant to what I'm tryin' to say
I'm
another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I had the master plan, I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TEC's to take over
to pave the way
But, we probably need a lot more then just 4 minutes
So this is how I'm gonna end it
Everybody sing
Back in the days when I was young,
would yell if i wasnt home by 6 clock
But strict parents only create great liars
And good deeds never brought me my desires
And i dreamt a lot, a minor
only for my momma, money, and my fuckin' bros
Face planting on the blow
Facing time he won't be home
Living life like Garden Grove
'til I'm in the one
be hot
Got me praying that I'm not in over my head
Let me know what I said when
I'm old and I'm dead
I'm coming up quick with a vengeance
Engines
and backdown oh yea
back down, never back down oh yea
Back it, bring it home yea
Bad little bitch by my side Mhhmm
What she got up on ya
Ain't tripping cuz she
control
He wants the heart that seeks to know
The One to come has been revealed
The signs fulfilled
Our fates are sealed by faith
A descendant of Abram
They be askin' where I get my sneakers and my jeans
Old schools clean, and my pockets stay green
Little Momma ridin' shotgun and she's mean
Say I'm
There's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late but baby I'm on it
And there's a fine line between love and hate you see
Can't wait
(woo)
Demons in my soul got issues (demons)
Bought a Birkin and the price vicious (bought a Birkin)
I'm a genie and I'm grantin' wishes (genie)
Only
to play it cool, I'm like, "Back to the game"
Punched in my back (ah)
Thrown off the court
I'm like, "I'm with the Blacks" (That made it worse)
Smack,
and then I felt her
Ran up in here house around the way and I took shelter
Home for the summer and she all alone
I’m coming over when she call my phone
cause you won't
Stop tryna call
I ain't bring my phone
Way out in the clear
I'm not tryna find a friend here
I'm just stargazing by myself
Some people
wish the ghost could be some peppers
Peter Piper picked a Chevy, now his truck is full of bad bitches
I'm rockin' rags up on these riches
Built my
even see
You're my light now
I wanna be with you like right now
I thought I'd be heartbroken by now
But you're mooncake
You're my mooncake
I'm the devil
come fuck with the plug
I stay mind fuckin' bitches, baby, give me the cash
I'm still haunted by my past, bullets shattered the glass
Them shells
efficient
While in addition
I'm subtracting they whole division
With precision
Written by yours truly
Who he?
Old schooly
Freshmen do not move me
Loafers in the living room
Playing old vinyls drinking tee yeah I'm in the mood
Man of my word now show me what you finna do
By myself eating healthy
spliff and not even feel nothing no more
"Life gettin' old think I gotta leave home"
My bitch said that shit and it stuck with me bro
I swear I'm in love
never at home.
Now she's fighting back the tears, she can't even laugh alone.
She's just sitting by the telephone, like a yo-yo.
You needed me when you
Kicking about on the Porty streets
Going to buy a few cans of pilchards
My whole life ahead of me
I'm popped off and I've been dropped off
By my mum
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