Lyrics:
the heart of our love
Can you remember
But seasons change
And so
Gotta let it go (this epic snow)
Blankets of white comfort us like a friend by the fire
Hello
by the bar
So I buy the bar
Turn the bar to a party
We all takin shots like Kobe
Got all, these bitches lookin at me
I see 99 problems but it ain’t 1
Ayo, turn me up real quick
(Jack stop)
Life is mad complex (Yuh), simplicity the key tho
Do this all myself, It’s like I’m finding all the keys, woah
donate, it go to me
You bitch
Ain't when we talk about it private
Feds ask bro for statement
All he gave them was some silence
Red and white chain reactions
the only way you gona solve em
Jack a stay plottin' watchin' your every move
N the minute you snooxe will be the minute you lose, dude
Das the rules so I
Dicegeist
Black Jack
Black Jack
Codeine by the ocean
Fuckin with those gas masks
Mixin up a potion
Main man I can
I'm in it to win it
If you wanna fuck with
your note by my bed sheets
With a glass of warm milk to calm me
Am I awake in the white lodge
Diane
I had a dream I was dying
There was a giant
I'm
I'm on fire call Me jack jack
Blah blah
Don dada
Big shot
Niggas think I'm pimping by the way let my Lips rock
Back then
Said I'm talking sweet and I
[Chorus]
Smoke on site
Pop it that's light
Dash out right
Dipping Out of site
Fresh white T
Shinning like Gold
Team going Eat
Starving our foes
than eat
Hear more than a roar or a floor board creek
Who’s that, two cats ain’t jack to me
Proved that. Moved racks like factory
True facts, two rats
seat
Pass by the white people at the beer garden
Pick up artists at a white bitch hollerin', Talkin' bout
Hey, Uh the fuck? Yo, what's up? Yo, What's up
a fee
If you really bout your money, then let white
boys see
Yeah, I'm from the fuckin' H, where we bustin 223's
And my youngin' over here, ain't he
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
that you see is probably styled by me
I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare
Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?]
Listen here, we outta there,
(M-M-M-Murda)
I had a Benz when you had a bike
Uh, all this cocaine got me actin' white
You could ask Jada Pinkett, nigga, I'm a legend
You
people know him by the name of, uh, Microphone Mike
But those of us who know him well call him Michael Troy Nine
Give it up, give it up
I wanna give
out, I don't have jack to wear
You know I gots to look dipped in the fresh new gear
Cool I found something so I ironed it
I then got caught up
Jacks, had nothing that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I'm a maniac when aiming at the enemy delight
Tell
that, punk?
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go
Which lover are you, Jack of Diamonds?
Now you be Emmylou and I'll be Gram
I send a letter, don't know who I am
I dream a highway back to you
I'm
cried "My God
My partner has been killed"
I propped him by an ol' jack pine
And swore a solemn vow
"Lookout Henry Walker
It's you and me right now"
the Sunday shoes
Please, Louise, pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back, c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose
You're playing so
wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave
Me peace of mind
muhfucking house
Eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell 'em what the doormat
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