Lyrics:
news old
My posse small, but we strong, never fold
They know I'm after that bag
I'm the one they thought they had
Wet 'em up, skin their scrawny nag
the clout
Made me sick to my stomach
Cause she came so many times
I was in love
Old ladie gave me open cookies
Imma start a cresaude
Tripping
Im gone
While my old bitch went back to get her Masters
Same graduation, I was clapping in the rafters
The truth hurts every time it's revealed
What goes
of your range
You niggas is weird, you niggas is strange
But imma stay up and go hard like I'm James
And you gon' be old making minimum wage
I count all my
money but was chasing the gold
You was hating and yo jokes getting old
My love life I could never control
A thug life that I tried to condone
Crackheads
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He
7-10, that's My "When Harry Met Sally"
Back when my jeans were still baggy and I was "Ridin' in Caddys"
Never thought I would or could, but now I'll do
Too big I can't use chopsticks
Round glasses wooden stick I'm Harry Potter
Throwing spells with my mouth I turned her to a poster
Good family but I
hear is crickets
Thank god, cause my broke ass ain't got money for another ticket
This week's been written by Lemony Snicket
Unfortunate events is what
the sound, hold it down, I think the message over now
Let's bring it back to that old rap shit and start it all over now
My residency in the game is
James (only in Ohio, oh-oh)
But he left before it all went down into flames (only in Ohio, oh)
'Cause sticks and stones break no bones (only in Ohio,
I can feel your body
When I'm lying in my bed
There's too much confusion
Running round through my head
It's making me angry
To know that the flame
names
By now I'm on my 6 rain or somethin'
By now I'm on my 200 thousand-tenth plane or somethin'
By now you can say I'm living like Rick James
got a smile on my face like Dro old cover
Fuck yo' bitch on the couch, no cover
Fuck yo' couch, I'm Rick James brother
She a super freak, she don't like
ashes from an old flame
Now I drive by street names
That rattle in my bones
And all these parks and roads
Feel like barren homes
I can't go back
all about survival God
(You know the epilogue by James Todd)
Put your life on the line, you running out of time
The coroner's calling, she know she
See, in Christmas time, I get #MERKY (Merky)
Moving like Mike with my Christmas turkey
(Bakaw) harry got the snow
Jamie got the flow (What?)
Shakka
Died last night in my dreams
Walking the streets
Of some old ghost town
I tried to believe
In God and James Dean
But Hollywood sold out
Saw
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
I’m yellin free, I’m screamin free
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
I’m screamin free Charles Oakley
fuck James
Andrew-James
You remain the piece I've been missing
Andrew-James
Moved away from everything
He plays by his own rules
Dropped out of high school
every girl wants to have him by her side
It is clear that it'll always be me dancing in his eyes
I'm his muse he's my boy and together we are not to be
a team (woo)
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor (hey)
Boston in the nineties, Hallows, and James
After the civil war, there was just your remains
Cambridge and Quincey in the love with the garden
On a bright summer's evening I chanced to go roving
Down by the clear river I rollicked along
I heard an old man making sad lamentation
He was
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