Lyrics:
At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by
spare tires
Chopper round shots fired,
Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral.
Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O.
Crow rock
spare tires
Chopper round shots fired,
Nigga flatlines zip came to it and keep the powder savoral.
Drive bys on dirt bike with Meek Milli O.
Crow rock
I was young when i left home
An' I been out a-ramblin' round
An' I never wrote a letter to my home
To my home, lord, to my home
An' I never wrote
the dead
Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest
I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye
Baby in her arms
She
lighters and wave 'em around
If you don't know by now I'm talkin about Chi-town
Go ahead roll it up and pass it round
'Cause lately's been a whole lot
your number and go on home,
The doorway was there, which is by the phone!
I've told ya I love ya, now get out!
Baby, please leave me be,
You want
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
(There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock
(By the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh,
the sight of seeds of life with you.
Oh
Coins and Turn round tailor,
Crosses Assaulting all the mornings of the
Never know their Interest shown,
go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again
I can still feel
Ribbon of concrete stretching out far before me
Ribbon of concrete stretching back far behind
I'm rattling down round the southern parts of Texas
with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind
Everytime I fall though
Want me to speak on the word or two
It's the D-O-double-G
And I do it so lovingly
Diggin' this track by the Neptunes
Babygirl,
with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind
just kept swingin
Twelfth round's comin, bells ringin
(I run with trouble, trouble)
Introduced to the game, when I was just a child
Mama loved a drug
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
tested
Think back, I invested, I assessed it, I reflected
Think back, I was requested by God
I shall lead as I was directed
Demand to be king, I was
I walk around with 500 racks
I keep the city on my shoulders, carry it 'round like a bag of stacks
I put a kid on a Bentayga
Dr. Miami, the ass fat
To shake the ground
I'd beat it to the backyard and
I'd lay my Lincoln down
I'd signal to the engineer
He'd always let her blow
I'd count the cars, one by
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Zero hour: 9: 00 am
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then, oh
Whoa
I miss the Earth so much, I miss my
and scramblin'
A will let the cold world make a man of him
And fam listen
Pay attention to who you 'round
Another man can never pull you up
But he can pull you
If I can't eat man if I can't shine
It's just a matter of time
Before I back out runnin' round wit my nine
(It's fucked up) 'Cause I GOTTA GET MINE
presidential
Plus the rings that I got on by Versace
And I ain't even cocky
I'm just confident that I'm the shit
You hating motherfuckers know what time it
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