Lyrics:
think of you not by my side I dry my eyes
I just wanna sing lullabies to my little butterfly
Banana brains, you're the apple of my eye
Stay with me
(twenty)
Don't fuck 'em by the one, fuckin' them by the two (nah)
I got water drippin' out my jewels (water)
If it ain't Actavis, nigga, it ain't approved
of these niggas they fake
All of these niggas they phony
If you a pussy ass nigga then you not my homie
Rather just stay by my lonely
Skate on a bitch like
have a little taste, got a light
Would you be my starship
Take me to the moon
High up we're so in tune
Hope we don't come down no time soon my starship
hitch.
And it's miles to go to make the next gig
It's a fiddle tune dancing in my head
Sing another song for those gone
Under the light of the old buck
don't blow
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
don't blow
But there ain't nothin' wrong with the radio
I've got sixteen speakers crossin' my back dash
A little bobbin' dog watchin' everybody pass
My life is a slideshow
Single frame indigo
Put the music up to 10, they be asking where I've been
I'll show you the world, frame by frame
my feet
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggaz (why?)
They say the good die young, in the hood where I'm from
pays off with that green
So I pay my dollar, catch a ride,
Arrive my destination
Build up mileage
My life ain't a lie
I can not be complacent
Tune
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
the wind I heard this crying
Like a heart broke cried a tune
I turned my collar up and went inside.
Well, I saw this smiling waitress
Joshing friendly
tone and that third trombone has to go
The man could not be deafer, so please, preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera
And as she rumbaed by the fire in her eyes
Looked like flames in the night
T'was then I understood why she's called
The Spanish Fireball
I finally asked
Robert owes half to Grenville
Who in turn gave half to Larry
Who adored my instrumentals
And so he gave half to a foreign publisher
She took
and here I go,
Another hit tune for the scene,
My ting is back on the screen,
You dont really wanna try bring it to the team,
Cos no, no, no see,
Cos were in
I'm comfortable by her I put my pistol on her dresser
Had a threesome with her sister
They thought I was scared to ask them
Bust a nut then hit
we met when I had worked at Hollister
She love my hair and by that I guess you guess Adrianna
Cause, she had worked in the salon right next
of Spanish coffee
Drifting from the local pincho bars
I say Hola as locals walk by me
As I tune the strings on my guitar
And ahead is many miles of walking
belonged
So I held her hand as she danced and played
Sang an eery tune
Of a little girl who had ran away
One night by the light of the moon
And they say
we comin to get 'em
Unleashed by the disaster and you see these
Little brothers thinkin they weathered the bible's evil-minded women
But the chicks
you do
Quite fine my darling and how are you
Well I'm doing quite fine but
I'm kind of upset
Because I heard a little something
I could not forget
would like to tell
It's about a little boy that went and made it out of hell
This boy is not an angel, that's exactly how he fell
Take a look out from my
when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind
Nipsey was tryin' to tell you this a marathon
Only listen to Minister Farrakhan
Oh my God,
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