Lyrics:
up the stage at the night show
Come around
Boomerang
Let ya soul glow
Slow bop
Brothaman from the 5th floor
See the spotlight on me when I hit the door
up the stage at the night show
Come around
Boomerang
Let ya soul glow
Slow bop
Brothaman from the 5th floor
See the spotlight on me when I hit the door
Upgraded from a lease now /
I just copped a strap, that shit added like 3lbs /
I feel like Tyrese, this shit getting waistdeep now /
Static for
My rings worth ya check 3 checks
My jeweler he the best the best
Spent like 30 on my middle finger
And I don't know the rest don't ask me bout no price
One, two, mic checking
Three, four, I stay repping
I'm a veteran, I turn the mic into a weapon
One, two, mic checking
Three, four, I stay repping
I'm
never make it out that's a big lie
Yeah, and I did it my way
All by myself tell me what can y'all say I've been
On my own but I'm going all day
Always I
to succeed
Tell me how this hillbilly prick nabbed the title
With a bottle of barbiturates & Frank Zappa vinyl
A little bit trippy that this trip been a decade
lie, I'll put my right hand on the Bible
And tell the world that me and Berner got a strain of the cookie
That shit is just simply undeniable
It'll
How's it going?
Good
You?
Fair
Yeah, tell me
Russian Tea Room
Hi
Mary
Say hello
I think I got a job
Where?
True
(Hallelujah)
Mary mother came down to see (the resurrection)
He said Go and tell my disciples (Ooh)
To meet me in Galilee
Yes
Who's that writin' (John
nobody til somebody kills you
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't wanna die, God tell me why)
You're nobody, til somebody, kills you
(I don't
me
Shoes and my shirt and my hat made by LV
Vacuum sealing up the pack cause it's smelly
Roll another one up outta the LB
We be talking country grammar
of
iambs marching. Who said that? Who is in this dark room with me?
Who is standing by my side? Whispering in my ear?
Breathing on my neck? Giggling? Who is
I'll ride the golden escalator
Question is
Why am I on this EP
Cause you're my LB
No frat shit that's my little brother
So duck and run for cover
Tell
ever mean to me
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who can’t sit still
I’ll tell a tale about the boys who like drunk thrills
The lifeless girls
Don't try me, nigga, homicide's my hobby
Backwoods fat, blowin' these sacks like Mozzy
In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani
Plus, I keep an extra
GPT, Python does it all
And if you're not using it, then you're bound to fall (aye)
Let me tell you 'bout a game that's quite a thrill
A game of cards,
Going back to the valley staying on top of my game
Meeting up wit my bitches snow white and mary jane
Only thing that ever mattered to me
Stacking
When I'm Gone
By Trey Hirsh
© copyright by Trey Hirsh 12/3/2009, cll Rights Reserved
VERSE:
He said when I'm laid to rest
Mary put your picture
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
You know sex 'em up a little bit
You know what I mean?
You're the honey that I see when I'm riding by
The one giving me a feeling that I can't deny
of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,
the preparations that had to be made
She came to him and asked
"Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself?
Tell her to help me
him in a hearse
Free LB, gotta hold that bird
Hate getting get stopped by fed
More time I forgot what I had in my pocket
If he gets close then pop it,
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