Lyrics:
Saying there’s a time and place and it isn’t on the field
Then Johnny went to school and told his friends, they agreed
The next night there’s riots
Of people, mostly girls
All from my school code
We've shared the same classes since
We were four years old
You would think after all that time together
We
advice
Getting lost in all sense
What feels like years is probably zero time
Visualization immense
Whole thing would be lost if you're not by our side
and turned onto heights
you said me and johnny cash
are the only ones you like
you said you miss the friends
that we had growing up
and last year at jay's
I cut another tree down to pass the time
While I watch a lifetime pass me by
Looking back on old days, glassy-eyed
Watching years go, like my
Strap them kids in, give 'em a lil bit of vodka
In a cherry Coke, we're goin to Oklahoma
To the family reunion for the first time in years
It's up
Strap them kids in, give 'em a lil bit of vodka
In a cherry Coke, we're goin to Oklahoma
To the family reunion for the first time in years
It's up
gotta run it back next year
And I'm sorry interview time is up and it gotta end
Next time we pull up on each other, we can do this shit again
And if
be surprised if I died next week?
Many niggas, many minds can get through all ten years of they twenties with no time
Get a bullshit degree
an unforgiving game
Came by with an eye for the spotlights looking for a
Place to make a name
So risk all or don't risk anything
You can lose all the same
Johnny
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
It was in the year of '88 in the lovely month of June
When the gadflies were swarming and dogs howling at the moon
With rosary beads and sandwiches
to
We throw a cold screw and sober up
When I'm approaching you at the same time
We posting two niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do
What they supposed to do
Ho, ho, ho, oh, little train, my little elf, another great Christmas
Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year
So let's have a funky
this UniVerse I knew I'd get part two
Don't teach him mine and I won't teach her your moves
Next time I see you girl I'm renting out your womb
Strap them kids in
Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke
We're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years
It's
or even next year
But before you know it you'll be saying
"Is this all there was?
What was all the fuss?
Why did I bother?"
Now, maybe you won't
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
could die in agony and bang mine
We losin' when it's game time
Ain't possible dickhead
Like tryin' to cum and piss
And the same time
I don't bang slime,
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
they're stuck down the
Block watching time ticking
I put my little girl up as my display pic
I know it seems like forever
But these years go quick
See one
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
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