Lyrics:
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
Yeah
My Lord
Yeah
We sell, crack to our own out the back of our homes
We smell the musk at the dusk in the crack of the dawn
We go through
time the bitches can't wait for me to call
These hatin' motherfuckers I be tryin' to avoid
Let's do it for Breonna, let's do this shit for Floyd
Baby, when they look up at the sky
We'll be shooting stars just passing by
You'll be coming home with me tonight
We'll be burning up like neon lights
(to my old school down in delray)
c'mon and take me home
??
(cmon cmon) lets go y'all
there's another festival down town,
take some bottles back up
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
little red
Rocket
Ship!
I'm coming home to you!
All the voices in my head
Are but a fetterbed
Cause I know they're no friends of mine
Misses Vulpine!
and they gotta reach for the arrows
They all wanna see me be deceased in the gallows
But they're owned by a rapper, call 'em Yeezy apparel
We've hit
could conjure
Love it all from electronic to rock and metal and Hans Zimmer yeah
There will be carnage I dare you to try and stop me ahh
I love it all,
juiced no more
I stop by a fence to visit with a friend of mine
I just dropped in for a minute
But I over stayed my time
Let me go home whiskey, let
juiced no more
I stop by a fence to visit with a friend of mine
I just dropped in for a minute
But I over stayed my time
Let me go home whiskey, let
if you will call
Call my name, I'll stand tall
They can lead me to the gallows
Put around my neck a lasso
I will fasten up for battle
With your grace
the other shit that's goin' in my brain
My brother got out of jail, I only know him by name
He did a nickel and a dime in time, probably be stayin' with my
you believe the stuff you say is true and real, be conscious and think
My girl, you're not a witch, you're just a glitch in a bad speech told by
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
a mountain
Almost need an accountant
Too much to be routing
Let me shut my mouth
Cause feds be listening
Plus some lips be whistling
You know hate with
Ye she's this real special chick, but we'll both be in Zimmer-chairs by the time...
If ya think it's over now. You're livin' in the clouds
Let's
For the first time
I'm hurt, crying, think bout
Family living solo
How can I be
Hans on, not talking Zimmer
I wish I was a real singer
Thoughts in
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
To keep myself safe
To keep myself rot
Bring flowers with my soul to your doorstep
Spill my guts on the floor let me be sad
My life is a chore and that is
with Bun cause UGK will never stop
And I'ma stand up for my partner, steady let them off a lot (yeah)
Bitch, and I'm as trill as you can be
They
back, boy
(you got my back right?)
Sure 'nough
Even though them chicks be hatin' on us
Still I'm gonna keep her by my side
In whatever situation we gon'
that. Don't let this energy fade.
My home is where your heart is. Don't change the locks on the gate.
You try'na drown the thought of me out with
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
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