Lyrics:
painting a picture like Bob Ross
Another day, another canvas
Packing up my blunts with cannabis
Getting high you cannot come close to me
Getting high I'm
the things you do
Trusting in my love for you
Trusting how you set me free
Trusting that your here with me
I've been broken
(I'm trusting you Lord)
I've been
got little shortie if it ain't great sex
Pull up in LA and we writing checks
Gonna be a star, and you know i'm next
Living rock' star' life
And im
on the really
We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I'm talkin' achilles
Try to play me like I ain't me, but I provided all the deets'
Who you know worth
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
don't follow by the code
If the money don't fold
Then these chickens do not go
Don't be trusting in these hoes
You put your faith in your bro
And he put
scattered, the leaders was flattered
And hidden in neo-colonial states
You cannot get out this by owning a school
You cannot get out this by owning
swerve like a Thunderbird on a curb
With the cops pursuing, I'm not just doing it
These niggas hate like if I make it ain't a spot for you in it
Have
you
He's my best friend but I can't help clockin' you
How could this be, how could we both love you?
Now I'm trapped in this position and don't know
Always had the sauce, Now I’m on defrost
Way too cold now, heating up like a stove
W the pots bob ross paint brush talk
Water based flow and u know I
conspiracy theories say they know I'm ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis,
Senseless
that Louie
Blowing that fifty from nothing to something
She use to ignore
Now she saying I'm perfect Four
Mixing a Perk and a Xan
Cash in my hand
Moments
I'm trusting in you
a racquet
But B.O.B, I got the magic
I was cooking up sauce in my spot
And I caught fire
I'm a chef don't panic
I aint met simon cowell but
You already that
Buyer Beware Caveat emptor
Buyer Beware Greed is the Vendor
Money Summon me to come buy my desire
Money Summon me to come Dive in the Fire
Selling you
I'm out on the Roooaaaad
Can't Be trusting these hoes
Can't Be loving these hoes
They just wanna Be
Solo I'm By myself
(I'm Alooooone)
I can't trust
'cause you know I'm on the lamb
Wanted man by Lucy Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town
I've
There was a suicide in Prescott today
Bob kissed his wife and went on his way
To breakfast with friends like he always did
They ate and chatted
Shady shit got me not trusting my shadow
Hand me the dice they say life is a gamble
Might build you up but i'll leave you in shambles
Back on monster
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
were lost in the idle time
I remember when
You were there for me still I'm running
Now I'm racing back here 'cause my heart's tugging
And I'm giving up,
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
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