Lyrics:
time to backtrack
I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo
the buddah master, "Rock Superstar"
You know the homie with the weed laced candy bar
Now I'm blazin it non-stop, you feelin me fam?
You see, everywhere I go
again
My mother's god wants to bust in my head
Make me hate myself
Oh man, I wish I was dead
Well it was rock and roll music finally set me free
Now it's
I love it when you play me on your radio
Let me know if you really fuck with me
I keep your name alive to let you know you stuck with me
You kept it
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
Seven forty-six, wake up, hand on my dick
Lakers lost by thirty last night, I'm talking shit
Roll up a Backwood, killer in my spliff
Reading GQ
the little whips and the honey dips
It's gang truece so i put away the clips
Baby baby baby i might flip
Got to get it on, let my backbone slip
If i fall back
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz
Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n roll band, ha
Ridin' in a Stutz
niggas love big bank rolls
My niggas aint scared to shoot
They gon let it off with they eyes shut closed
My niggas rock fancy clothes
My niggas fuck fancy
revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
(Bucktown) home
and I'm running from myself again
I feel this darkness coming over me
It's taking over me
Now you can rest in pieces
By the time the sun goes down
or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show you Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by
or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by
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We are listening to the hottest EP out right now LOOP By sugar club
Lets listen
Verse 1:
We were so free
Doing anything just to let go
We were rock stars without the guitars just a radio
Pre Chorus:
We were living in the moment
your future self make your whole life complete
Roll with the punches rock-rock to the beat
If anyone can tell you how awful it can be,
Why the fuck you
crop would yield
By its death what might better be revealed
An imagination needs a lot of exercise
Good and bad things equally are blessings in disguise
Baby love it when I treat her wit the Rosé
Kill the pussy why my nickname O.J
Like to go out so I ride lowkey
Bandanna on like she a O.G
Rock wit me
swine then we ate him with that nine
Pushing P to Pusha T cream oozing
Push Pusha for that white rock that's some good music
It's a cold day, ima roll J
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
amends for this beautiful mess
And get a good story I could stick to
Said I don't like rock and roll
But I don't want to stay at home
I just stopped by
(come on)
Not with a knot like this (let's go)
Lying down with the 2-1-5
Middle finger stay high, make it rock like this
Dirty Money up in your area
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