Lyrics:
you've done
I'm by your side
And so I hung out and I was ready to meet her
At the bus station
It was raining but I didn't care about this tho'
And I
on repeat
I'm so hungry, its a feast
Praise the Lord
G O D
Praise the Lord
G O D
9am, CRC
Praise the Lord
G O D
Same pm, you'll find me
In the front,
got slow went and got me a pound, that Towkio grown
TMZsocio, why they so nosy though?
These niggas lyin' I call 'em Pinocchio, ayy
You know this
purple haze and sour OG
Don't legalise it don't be so carefree
The grass ain't always greener you need to know the facts
The government will hit you with
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
gotta get you some
If a hater tell you money ain't everything
He don't want you to get none
So we thuggin' like DMX
Bleed shit, PMS
Point blank,
anybody, 'cause I feel unwanted
And lately I can't get no sleep, 'cause my dreams are haunted
So I get up, make these beats and put my feelings on them
And I
walk around here like
You wanna be someone else
Y'all sing
I know that you don't know
It, but you're fine, so fine
Oh girl I'm gonna show you when
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm
to pay me before I die
So bob your sweet head
Brother Ziggy going to play
I'm just about the best you can hear
Gonna rock it in your head
Shazam
Hook:2x
This gone make ya bob ya head & groove & this gone lift ya spirits up that's true & this gone make ya wanna 2 step & move said this gone be
give you something to remember me by
From the a.m. to the p.m
I put it on him when I see him
This weekend ain't strictly for the weekend
We can
and a husband
So why you pump faking and bluffing
Cause I'm aleka
Ya old lady cousin
She slide up in my dm
From the am to the pm
Because she seen me in a BM
She
stride?
I'm so sick and tired of just working at a job
I rather live my dreams than just take orders from Bob
But I can't take for granted might be
I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so
of drinks so it's never a drought
Fat man sitting next to me on the airplane
Got stung by a jellyfish and I'm in pain
I love spring break
That break never
Writing down trauma, I feel so dumb
Hurt me a lot, I feel so numb
I just drink, don't fuck my lungs
But anything is better than the place you're from
2PM
We made Oklahoma a little after three
Randy, his brother Bob, and my old GFC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so
Cabra!
Okay, okay
Shit… (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Waking up at 3AM in the PM
I’m so fuckin’ tired, been awake a whole weekend
I’m waking up at 3AM in the PM
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm pulling up
Outside your house
Guess I can't let you go (no)
Not
Tailgate Trombone Bob
Words & Music by Erika Paul
From the cd entitled, "Scat's My Bag"
What's that big belled instrument?
That sounds like
a marital squabble
Available Bob'll
Be there with the glue
Who could we open up to
Secrets we keep from guess-who?
Who is so safe and who is so sound?
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