Lyrics:
what's pleasing in your sight
But I'm in love (Yes I am) right now I'm caught up (I'm caught up)
Instead of leaving, I know that you'll be right by my
begin to post up
I done cook my coke up and my dope is low punk
Don't fight the fillin, aventually you give in
SPM, rock tha world that you live in
Street
understaffed, overworked
And overseen by people who can't ever understand
How it feels to live life like you and me
Patients lying in the corridors
'Cause
to that
I want you in my arms with the cars passing by
Sitting on a park bench with the sun in the sky
You giving your heart and me giving mine
With
One-You're-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When you're lonely, lying in the dark
I'm the number that you know by broken heart
No, I ain't Mr. Right, I'm Mr. Right-Now
The one all
fade away
From the weed that I'm buying
But I'll levitate
To keep me from crying
Planned to have date
But you would keep lying
Left me on delivered for
to the 305
Get it so live and get you hype
Stacking up Benjamins, racking up dividends
Moving so militant, no I'm not innocent
Keeping the wickedness up in my
Park around corner—
Don’t wanna get out
I got two choices—-
Drive away....
Or shoot him in his mouth
Devil voice:
Don’t be a bitch
He stole your shit—-
(we die)
Cause we crazy with it, quick to blaze you with it
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse;
the mud
Multi-platinum, think I'm going gold
Phone ringin', put 'em on hold
Grinding, tryna keep it in road
Deal with shit that you'll never know
By
fire that it makes marriages extinguish
Just know you can't judge a woman by her clouded vision
Couple of mistakes and unwise decisions
Just the right
not a forehead, uh
Pull a four by four out, I get snowed in
Kinda like Tadoe, yeah, bitch I'm the Gloden one
'Member when I was a youngin, got
had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he is?
I ain't
From east side of Texas
I go by the name of WeB
All about my greens and blues
While these fuck niggas still in the red
Anti social, don't fuck wit
kings, ouu
Or queens if you female, I prevail
'Cause I got the wife who pray in detail and keep shells
And a pistol strapped to her like seatbelts
gotta have ambition
She just want Dior I went and got her Christian
That just how you live when you with a musician
When you doing good get put in these
gotta have ambition
She just want Dior I went and got her Christian
That just how you live when you with a musician
When you doing good get put in these
the first inning
You can knock it out the Park
From the very start
All you gotta do is stand up
And listen
The prodigal son
Has returned hard, yeah
This By
know soon they would be
Lying right beside her, gone away from me
Gone away from me
They always made us kneel by grandpa's grave
Mama was a-wailing
can't wield these Texas Tech's
(TECs) , you ain't Bob (K) Night
Who the fuck would wanna do this?
I would want to live instead
Bigga nigga, bigger grave
your Carty from
Oh it's gone missing it wasn't me
I was smiling wid him
J Hus pass by, swear I saw your wifey wid him
You gon' have a tiny temper
I just
found a cat with a record he live out in Texas
His myspace is over seven digits
The radio play him every second
The second that I see him we gon get em
doubled in size
In just one or two words in don't take much
They can tell you ain't from round here
Yeah, but if I know them son
It don't matter where
the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wrote
While they was firin', you could hear sirens
From people dialin' and women cryin' in the phone
I was
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