Lyrics:
doesn't know
Anything about life
Cus he was spoon fed by dad and mommy alike
When people back then were only fed with a knife
And we wonder why people bitch
Mix the Bubba with the blueberry
S*** is getting scary
Oh mary mary mary
Light that s***
Pass that s***
Mix the Bubba with the blueberry
S*** is
and i'm texting back slow
Girl you know how it go I stay counting that money and fonem keep bringing in more
Plus I still love my Ex even though she don’t
cause your
Shallow lakes reflect shades of what's left of your names
I'll run away
I'll mix in with the foreigners
I'll come back when the horizon clears
motherfucking baggage, my back itch
Not a fucking sound
Not a fucking noun
Can you hear me now
Really was down
Smoked like a pound
Life spun around
Merry go
Fuck me up, fuck me up
I done popped a pill too much, double cup
Lean and Sprite I’m gonna mix it up, fill it up
Said “You have to stop!” it ain’t
Incapable
Man you not eligible
To be on my level man I'm not so reachable
A different kinda mix I'm a different chemical
Give me slow vibes then I X before
changed my mind
Til the day we mix the rock with the lime
And got the same people by our sides
Not waitin anymore life ain't a line
Get mine before closing
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
on probation
I'ma give her two scratches
She's a fuckin' good woman, I'ma give her a life
I'ma walk by shinin' with a bitch
Aye, say I had enough in my life
it, caught him in Novikov
Office pockets, what's the topic? I know transfers slow
Mix it, mix it, till its cloudy
Then put it in a pyrex bowl
I'm about
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
understand your love is fortified
That you've been hurt by 4 or 5
We can take it slow like a 45
Or grip that grain on the 405
Yea You pick
This romance
I touch
the completion
Of my time as a child and student
According to the pamphlet
These ceremonies mark the emergence
Of my new life
As a worker, wife and womb keeper
the boss
And I say I'm better off when really we both know I'm lost
Every time I lay in bed at night by myself while I toss
And turn my life all around even
Mix the liquor
With a smooth soul
How you call me
On the flip phone
This is too fast
Now you move it slow
You
She wanna pull up, been calling for me
Her
to sky and ask why
This life is one hell of a mix
It might just catch you by surprise
The lost and jealous all in search of finding hope
Knowing pain
be surprised
Got my fingers in too many pies
Stick to my self i don't need new allies
My shit don't mix up too many flies
Keep my business my business
door open
so a nigga can come in there real slow.
Yeah.
You got a job, I got a life, you got a man, I got a wife
Baby girl, baby boy, that's
late
New feelings accelerate
These fantasies you create
Confusion, exhilarate
Should take it slow but you can't wait
No time to recalculate
Come on
Let's
or ketamine
Every horse makes gelatine
Old ways make by-products
The dairy cow made into Prada
Your old scars tell new stories
Life lived since you swore you
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