Lyrics:
I saw a red pen on a bench
Walking back from class
It must've wrote ten thousand words
It's cap was in the grass
It could've drawn a little portrait
Yesterday
I came across America
While clearing out the cupboard in the back room
Picked it up
Opened it at New York
Streets that hadn't been dusted
a reservation, best accommodations
We get the word, they never heard
We were comin' by at all
See what they can do for me
Only got one room free
Little bit
by
Stop in at the Saturday Night Fish Fry
It was rockin', it was rockin'
You never seen such scufflin' and shufflin' 'til the break of dawn
It was
Aaaawwwaaaah
Need roids and blush
Yea big bitch niggas need roids and blush
They need roids and blush
Said big bitch niggas
Back in the days we was slaves
butter
And if I want to add some raisins I just go ask my Mother
Sometimes I even my carrots with a little bit of ranch
After that I get so happy I might
the bone
If she throw it then I might go catch you
We just chillin on the..
Top floor so I feel a little bossy
Ranch waters got me feeling real saucy
at the crib
My nigga Brezo in his head, but he thinkin' big
I cross the bridge, hit smoke ranch with my nigga Ted
He had so many, and you think he on a roll,
I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine (engine)
So when I back back
I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine (engine)
So when I back back
Beat up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
Beat up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain't
Back in the mother fuckin saddle
My six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle
Out on the plains I'm just a loner
My saddle horn rubs right
Excuse me miss I got little question to ask
I know we just met but I was hopin I could grab your ass
And will grab me back, while I'm checkin ya
nobody ride him but Boss Jack
Come on children bend your back work a little faster fill your sack
Then you hitch up the wagon take it to the gin finish
Policemen never could write
That's why our backs against the walls
Gun raised takin' out everything
Like bank withdrawals before the year 2K
And by the end
of the parsonage
Pardoning pilferage at no extra charge at all
Back at the ranch meanwhile nobody'd moved a bone
The sheriff was flinging cards into a hangman's
and the G-Wagon pull up back to back
Got the curtains closed on em for the haters throwing shade
I'm top shelf wine I get better as I age
I pull up I pull up, I
Bruises on my face like glass I shatter
My life is fragile my soul will shatter
If I'm mean to break just bring the plaster
(Plaster) paste me back
Fuck a little hoe we ain't cuffing no hoe
If you let looking for love you can't get it from me
I just won't a cool ass friend who gone ride
the Range, empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'Ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotguns
Regulate with my dunn's, 17 rocks
And walkin' right up in the middle of a little kids fuckin' pillow fight with it
You want smoke? I'm like hookah
Man, I remember back when I use to get jumped
on the beat
Send in the bill, we gon settle the fee
Moving like scarface
Turning your block to an art place(Spraying it red)
I'm keeping it frank like lucas
I
on who run up on who
Say what
Money been my main thing
Main thing
Always been the same thing
Same thing
Added a few hearts in
That's right
Still it's back
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