Lyrics:
will I own myself when it's all over?)
What does it all matter for?
Wonder what does it all matter for?
Walkin' around with my strait-jacket on
Heading
that shit was just not enough
Turn the game over to me
I need my crown back
Turn the game over to me
I need my crown back
Teachers called me stupid
abandoned us a year and a half prior
My little blue-eyed girl barely spoke and was still wearing diapers
A long process of specialist appointments that would
won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one
Focus right, one hit blow me overnight
Holy mics, bein guarded by Jehovah's light
Jewels drapin', in a Coupe
You were waiting for a girl to take you by the hand
Play it over in your mind, tell me everything again
I am in the backseat trying to find out
down acted perfect for me
Then you turned around so concerned over me
Don’t deserve none of me
So self center can’t be happy for me
You distracted by me
You're livin' out dreams of you on top
My mind is achin', oh lord it won't stop
That's how it's happened, livin' life by the drop
Up and down that
have that hole in head
Backed up by that holy jam
Blacked out cause that hole in neck, can't handle half the whole of it
Half the staff of Moses, Blacks
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
You never hear that we buckle
Beef? we chuckle
Scuffle over a game of pinochle
Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double
Unless you want
I say a prayer we don't just eat
Give you my heart all over these beats
Use to backup
I'm taking the lead
You giving Krag weg
I'm taking the lead
I
the good days
Come again what? heard you wanna come over no sleep
Now I'm out here cleaning my room
Like I got OCD, course I got OCD
It's half past 6
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
through the ghetto
Windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9
Blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we
more
Immoral code
Wake up to sound of alarm
And I stumble in half consciousness
Say bless that I've got my ride
Without it I'd be a bigger mess
Shoes
And if the world's ending
All I wanna do
Is come running home to you
Even when I'm sad and blue
Or states away from you
No matter where I am
I'll be
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
Still moving this flavor
With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over
a murderer,
Half these niggas beefin' with me,
I never heard of them,
If I was the old me I would murder them
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would
I'm never sastified so i'm
Never off the grind
Think about money so much dawg
It's never off my mind nah
And half the time
I'm prolly out of my
keeping
So please don't take another second away
Me I'm just calling you over
By the power of your own grace
If I had half a mind
I'd give you all my time
over it
What gets me by
What gets you off
What gets us through
Doesn't matter if it's enough...
If it's enough...
What gets me by
What gets you off
What
be by your side
And I probably don't say this enough
So please don't mind
And I wrote this song an hour ago
So be so kind
We got love
Hey-o
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