Lyrics:
I'm by my lonesome. Battle-scarred shogun needs yoga, a home run!
Ran into the truth: a wall
Always last like you're 8 ball
Having trouble with
singing bout the lows cause I don't be feeling that blue
But I be focused, plottin', on a mission
Always doin' this shit, it's grind time with precision
Pour up that drank get on juice that's when they go to wilding
And I then fucked the baddest bitches just by being silent
Forever break bread with my
me
Let the dogs play you can call me anytime baby
Its STG
Put it on a low
Put it on a low
Beat by Mercury
you how I get down
You can bring your whole crew
We still going to shoot
That one on one
You ain't got no heart
You ain't got no juice
You ain't making
other girl
I prefer the Faygo
Got me moving hella slow
I rather just lay low
Don't wanna get caught by them folks
Way too many drugs in my system
I might
thumb tryin' to make it to El Paso
Cause tonight I play at the cabarete they done told it on the radio
To a country singer it's a lonesome road with time
the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his
hit for low on the celly
They never see me like the creature down below where I'm dwellin
I put the flow in the currency currently I'm excellin
My point
fumbled my way through
Nocturne serenades, it was the
Middle of winter, one of the coldest winters that
I can recall
As I stumbled on by, I thought I was
a penny
it feels like a century
I wanna lay in bed and eat
Ate enough to last a week
Alone there's never a we
Ya I eat by my lonesome
Greens help you
Head down, ass up; I’m in tha club lookin 4 a big butt
Head down, ass up; Oh shit, there it is shawty back it up
Shake that ass, shake that ass (aye,
desire, be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire with the things I do
I'm on an island by my lonesome stranded
Low key and stayin' candid,
Everything is happening
Wit is the tune
Are we all doomed?
Everything is happening
Cost of living's up, but the pay is low down
Hate to see the babies
Everything is happening
Wit is the tune
Are we all doomed?
Everything is happening
Cost of living's up, but the pay is low down
Hate to see the babies
valve oil and steam
A short forty years went flyin' on by
Now I'm so lonesome, I could die
If I find heaven, the way I've been told
I'll go
the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him 'til he cried out
In his
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station runnin' scared
Layin' low seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
Yeah
All I do is drip (Drip)
Look All I do is drip (Drip)
All I do is drip
All you do is trip
Heard I got the juice
Don’t you wanna sip
I don’t
can you speak that?
You need to sneak back to the drawing board Jack...
The Ripper, down with my zipper
You get paid to be a Moe Dee tipster
Tryna knock
that pedal then I blow by
These boys ain't got no life
I can't live that low life
Ima do what I want
Late night to the sun
Never putting on a front
the ride
Hit his side
Bullets hot he purified
Yea
You know how it go
Ima cold bwoi to the soul
Yea
Posted at the store get ya juice you know it's low
Yea
You
of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for
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