Lyrics:
niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya want to get in on that
a teacher tell me he’d never amount to nothing
And now I’m writing rapping singing so I guess it’s something
I had my father look me straight up in the eyes
and found with bad intentions
Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions
It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause
We
insult your heart, by ignoring your head
So lay in your coffin like it's your bed
Can't rest in this present life, your life to be led
So plant those
care in the world
Throw your face to the wind
Just Be home by dinner that's it.
Ride our bikes not stress bout who we're gonna be
Cuz There's something
the bar
And in all of his life
He was never that far
And he did something else
That he thought no one saw
When he took all the cash
From the register
high, so high
High, so high
(high, high)
It's something in the air
It's something 'bout the way you wore your hair
It's something 'bout the way you pulled
next up
Hammer in the North Face, run down
It's a cold case (Ah)
Custom cocaine Air 1s
Goonies by her cold gates, waiting on
Parole dates, you get
and he smells obscene
Something's happened and it's not so good
broken bottles in the face of love
Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light
Nylon
on you free loaders I'm so cold
When I ride high when I slide by
Coast slow like a drive by
Windows tented when i'm in it demented see something shining
of Marshall
'My name's Becky,' she says
'What's yours?'
She was like nothing that he'd seen before
Strong body, soft edges, with something so raw
In
irreverently
Down in the hollow
By the old olive tree
And I'm sorry
If my heart breaking
Ruined your day
Oh well
Sometimes It be that way
I said
"Oh
Oh what a pleasure it is being crashed by the power of thinking
The scents in the air can smell the events
But there's no way to touch anything now
o'clock on
Chillin wit the homies pass the henny we on
Put a little tree in the air and we on
I'm wit it you lit we on
We gon ride till early morn'
They
crowned in flame
The dragon rose into the burning air
Then everything lay still again - and so it's..
Oh, my time has come
I never hoped for something
a man like me in town
I pick cotton down on the dixie line
Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's allright, that's ok by me
'Cause that's
called Superman"
I said, "he's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy, or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in
Imma botany woods
Fielder road
Clayton county type of nigga
Grew up eating red baron pizzas
Couple nights for dinner
We aint have no central air
So
You look so funny to me
When you pretend to be something
You could never be you try to make us think
You live a tough life
But you've got your
know
There’s something missing here
I know you’re gone
You’re gone
I know I know
There’s something in the air
I know you’re gone
You’re gone
Caught you
something
Take a mob alone
Stay ten toes
You jus one deep
Wolves hunt in packs
See thick skin
Ain't enough sheep
You gotta play it like its chess
Dey playin
in the air
High as a kite
I don't care
Jiggle all around
Let 'em look and stare
Now wiggle all around
Til they pull out their hair
Tell 'em this our
in your chair
Throwing Pennies up in the air
Nowhere to go to
Nowhere to run to
Stuck in your chair
Throwing Pennies up in the air
Honestly, baby,
forever
So in the meantime I'm desperate to put something together
For a chance that I could be remembered
As anything other than myself
Cause there's
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