Lyrics:
really did i could tell a bit
Until a terrible state of mind I slipped and I fell in it
ct that point in time nothing ever seem to feel right
You see that
flight
And I'm makin' money by the way, and we travel different states
And we eat in different states, huh
Yeah, we drivin' Hellcats and scat packs cause
sam, probably
Undeniably, filled with shame of
Where the States at mr president
You took an Oath on the Bible
By a document that states that
Journalists
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
delusions all of his friends all in confusion
Manic behavior in need of a savior in need of a favor in need of no later
How many times did you go
the point of this confusion
Can't we just take it slow
Pay attention to the children
Baby just take your time
Still they pushing their gas pedals
Like they
I was living my life with so much confusion
If it fit the right price then nigga i’ll do it
I remember them stickups like it was a movie
I done been
nigga, stay there
Enemy of the state, couple years in the daycare
Saying the Lord's Prayer or maybe As-salamu alaykum
I salute the real niggas, I can
Float By
Pink Clouds in the Sky
Drowning I can't lie
Never felt so nice
Lazy how this life goes by
Mid-twenties shitting bricks all night
I'm
on the TV
And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
various heads of state) votes will roll in, bucks will roll in, and, most
importantly, power will be maintained by the groovy guy (or gal) who gets
feet thick and twenty high?
Behind all this makeup is no one you know (Behind...)
I safely speak the truth and watch confusion grow
(Safely speak
plenty hoes
Me and Flint said we should be
In some foreign by twenty-four
Now I'm in the foreign
Reminiscing 'bout 'em all
Missin' simple shit like
They keep starting to astound us
Lucky us we didn't blow up in our twenties
The money by them was panties
We were chipping ramps to Grammys their life
with Mewtwo, abused by confusion
I'm Gen 5's truest, you're InGen's amusement
The Game Freak of Gen five claims I was used for business
While selling
wonder why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those
stars and hearin whistles
One shot from a little junky ass twenty-two will tear a whole in your gristle
won't stay to state side
Cause the unpure fall
Long Beach in CALI-FORN-I-A
Hey! Much love to the Golden State
Let’s shift gears and bring it back to the Empire State
West Side we reside by the five
GUNS.
As you
Can see, this gun is really fast! (GUNS.) It fires a 9
Millimeter round at a rate of 1200 rounds per minute! (GUNS.) That's, like,
20
I dream of money, wake up and chase cash,
By 3:45 I make twenty-four-sev,
And I'm talkin' thousands we can add that to the stash,
God damn--forgot
ops, and all their henchmen
To assault their own citizens
This is the state we living in
That twenty-five percent that the Feds take
A quarter of our
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
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