Lyrics:
S*** could’ve been so simple some problems they ain’t so fixable
Up, up, away
Know you got a plug in East LA
N**** been rolling off them hills
No control
confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
wanna go to bed
she never make it to the room
Baby, you've been on my mind, you make me feel so alive
Spend my money and my time just to get you by my
To put it down that's progress
We Dru guns up on the Hill
But it ain't take us 5 steps
I had shoot outs wit my brother
Moved out from my mother
Shacked up
Unh unh... DOn't turn off that cell phone bruh...
Nah okay... Just don't take ou tthat battery... heheh
I see you in the bed... wakey wakey Sleepy
And paper bags can do what plastic won't do for you otherwise
The spirit of the trees is woven into all its sides
(In The Garden; In The Garden)
So dance
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
to jail
So I had to step to the plate
No father figure in my life
My brudda stepped up to that plate
I had faith that he was coming home
He never showed his
do I wont be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix I'm in love with two women
That's word to moms
I
bag
And this mangy dog
Whose tail don't wag
Sun's been shining down
On my hillside bed
That's not the only reason
My face is so red
This nasty
of school, I'm on 1st ave
At the first national bank so I could fly first class
And I be the first in line
Crack that ass before I even get to kick my first
friend
I'm hiding, come find me
I am the present you seek
My night light is dying
In bed is where I should be
You've been so naughty (Your opinion)
Where
part of her name
I was all about the bread
So, I stayed focused
I couldn't afford to fumble
Wrestlin' demons in my bed
Like the Royal Rumble
Paid dues,
on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a Jeep
And you know what
We finne score a fucking Ki'
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Fendi jeans and a Ki',
on the scene
In a classic seat
Yeah that's a Jeep
And you know what
We finne score a fucking Ki'
So guess what, I open my dresser drawer
Fendi jeans and a Ki',
The choices are many, so risk it, love
And have it your own way
'Cause whatever butters your biscuit, love
Is fine by me
Which is why I say
Some like
wanting
Tell me when u want it
Tell me how it is u want it
Now I'm sounding like Dru Hill
The way u got me talking
You say u wasted time
And u say u
in
Whether they throwing folks or
Niggas is throwing fin?
Vic ain't smoking smokes, my nigga
That so a 10?
Chance got the movie, Ism just got a plaque
the owner never accepted my offer
I want to maintain my privacy, the house was so enchanting
Set back in all the trees
I'd bought the house for the curb
for me how you stay on call
Back in bed followed by up against
The wall biting point
Can't let you stall
Up n down the gear stick
Deep in your ocean is
suits to ya
I’ll go leather jacket Usher "My Boo" to ya
Baby girl you’re picture perfect I’ll zoom to ya
In a different city girl get flewed to ya
Give
doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in
come up
As I ride around town
Like damn
Like damn, watch hell break loose
Got my mmhm in the bag
Mix it up with that loose
Got me out of bed for this
This just really hurts, I'm mad I don't curse in my verses
A lot of expletives I've said, I just keep them in my head
Hard to put those thoughts to bed
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