Lyrics:
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
gotta get rid of em, memories I think on the regular
Energy, I'm feeling so elegant
Diamond dreams they sponsored by Elliot
Give and receive, I will
all the time
I'm recording by myself not even guaranteed shine
Like is what I'm choosing really gone give me prime time
Man it's easy feeling jealous
no dreams at all.
My how time rushes by,
The moment you're born you start to die,
Time waits for no man,
And your life's spent, it's over before
of getting locked up
But if you smoke a little weed in your free time you can go to prison man this shit just has me dumbstruck
And guess what, in Portugal
march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me
He laid on his back,
His firearms by his side
Hearin' no sound
Just
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
my son)
You're my number one
(You're my number one)
Man I love you son
(Man I love you son)
Now I got you by my side
I ain't never letting go
(I
like that gold on a rose shit from the swap meet
It's real, man, it's real
This shit ain't real, man
You better get the fuck outta here and come back
One of those nights
Sit up and dream of all the possible ways I could die
Nights are long and full of nightmares
I sit terrified
Will the shovels
clock re-clock. As I sit back and I watch.
I see the time slow by.
I feel my mind grow eyes.
I’m aligned that’s why.
Won’t you come and sit with
I saw you on the bullet train
That went from Portugal to Spain
(The conductor was tired, so they didn't see
That your passport expired back in
of the pages they sit in
And never once I get bitten
Because plagiarism is hidden
Which I would sit on the rhythm
Prisoner with a vision
Signs of a label,
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
nigga men you gotta sit up (Sit up)
I’m just tryna get myself some quick bucks (Quick bucks)
You better let this hungry man chop (Chop)
Nigga hustle up
But, oh my oh my God the entertainment's here
Everything is suddenly amazing here
Sit back man, relax man
Sit back man
I used to be distracted
one of frauds
Yo, I said, Let's sit back and reflect
Before salvation we had been sick unto death
Our point was flawed
We were condemned by the law
was free
Fuck a eat
I'd rather starve on my mood
Then sit around with a nasty grilled cheese surrounded by some good food
Fuck ya pity party
Fuck this
Girl you deserve this time
Sit back and dirty whine
Gon' twerk just where you wanna everyday and every night
Man gon' and get them funds
Can't say
went around the country and I taped people in
Weight rooms workin' out man. I would just sit there with my tape recorder,
Press record, and these people
spot
Make you hot
What you got?
Bring it back
Gimme top
Girl don’t stop
You can sit up on my lap
You can sit up on my face
Shawty grab her by the waist
addicted to likes by the likes of people I ain't even liked
Anxiety, readin' comments ain't have me readin' right
Trapped in the Matrix, Black Neo, back
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
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