Lyrics:
If they do send a ship to the moon in my lifetime
I'm gonna be ready to go
I'm gonna have my name on the waiting list
Ninety-five percent of the time
take you home
I'm gonna speed those hands of time right up
So that I don't leave here all alone. Woo hoo!
The death of the romance
Thought there
much baggage I don't need another backpack
I survived the backlash, Got rid of the bag and now I let the cash stack
And I never back track
I'm gonna
crumble after the rumble
Urban souljah
Head it off, confident jet plane
Low fuel, escort it to the runway
Surely not gonna be a fun day
It's a gun
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
I think about you 3-6-5.
That's 7 days a week your always on my mind.
Girl I never been good at math, But im counting on you cos your my number 1.
cannot
Game was made to lose by all
So why are you gonna fall
Going into the gentle night
Where you going I’m standing tall
Fighting
We gonna fight from
Three four fives and the drums start drumming
Throw these hand signs up and
My dogs start running
See these eyes, you can't tell me nothing
Throw these
full
And not a tear in my eye
I got a life to live
And before I die
Gonna say goodbye
And leave this 9 to 5
Got love to give and a reason why
One life
trust in God boy you sleeping
Car push to start and we get in we heating
Drop off the top you can see us we peeping
Ride in that v8, we glide and we
over, you're gonna come through alive
Well I've been all over the world five times or more
And I've seen the future burn blue before my eyes
And all
And I'm never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try
And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I
leave
Thought I was too naive to live my life without you
Got so blinded by time
Turned your wrongs into rights, but
Ain't gonna spend another
the God goes for hit and makes yo’ mind go split
They gonna get you hard, they gonna get you now
I’m youngblood homie from the DMV
Raised by a Ghanaian
Ain't no way
"woahhhohh"
Ain't no way im gonna' put in my all and not go and get in return
I had to point out the flaws in order for me to soak in
to school
By the grace of God
She had the power to support
But still did nothing to help
They know we’re stars
With a little support
It’s gonna lighten
knock, all the ladies gonna drop it from me
I ain't copping Gucci, I ain't rocking Fendi
Never struggle with a cap, ya shorty gimme plenty
Molly Water got
bales
Yeah, they leave with twenty-four and that's on top of the twelve
They play my shit in the county, bitch, I'm on top of the jail (Yeah)
They say
Well, the works whistle blew
at a half past five o'clock.
I saw the red light at the corner,
man I never tried to stop.
I got pulled over by a man
pregnant and you’re tha father so, whatchu gonna do about it??
*masturbation*
Hi, my name is Tina, and I'm looking for someone that goes by the name
casket
And you know what, man?
I'm never even gonna come to your fuckin' funeral, motherfucker
10
How did it get to 3
It's like I'm in my own time machine
But you know me, I never leave
Don't say, don't say I didn't warn you
Don't say I
one will never know the secrets of the many double
Quickly she'll be pickin' up your dividends
You get a ton of burn in the end by the Koopsta Knicca,
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