Lyrics:
them
So I'm going to give it to y'all in singles in the same order
I want you to hear it in from the album
But you guys are going to hear it and it's
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
sknow selling homes like plunkett
I’m a undead nightmare
Still wear red till I’m dead
And I don’t need a hypeman
But I still write packs through the night
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
Freeze my heart locked in a ice box minus 30 degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
it wrong but still it ended right
My buddy walked her home and got a kiss and held her tight
So you can bet he'll be at Papa Joe's tomorrow night
Co-signed by Alchemist, stamped by Babu
Executive Produced, yours truely, got loot
It's a new day, phones still tapped
Watchin' the crew
They put out one
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
I knew she wanna fuck me
By the way she went to touch me
Yeah she from Long Buckby
But for the night she staying in Rugby
I had it in the bag until
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
of life
From bein' homeless to sleepin' on them mats at nights
To prayin' for my parents in the afterlife
I still hear whispers, still shiver
Still
Saturday night and you`re still hangin` around
Tired of livin` in your one-horse town
Like to find a little hole in the ground
For a while
So
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
that that's all it takes
Fuck you
Although dedicated is a good name for an album, it still might not cut it
Who are you?
I am you motherfucker
It's who
the whips that ride by
I'm like spark some Ky I just fly by
Not in a white ride at night time on a black bag in the
day time when the markets on
Park your
I'm still 'bout it my mans, thought this shit was mad love
'Til I seen my album advance
They took radio from me, I stayed proud of my stance
I kept
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
to end it
By the time the car sunk
My pregnant girlfriend was still in the trunk
and I was still feelin kinda drunk
The ambulance came and they put me
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
takes over me
As soon as I go home and close the door
Kinda feels like déjà vu
I wanna get away from this place, I do
But I can't and I won't, say I
Demons where my fears roam
Found another lost soul and still feel alone
Runnin' from my fears in a nightmare
Drownin' in my tears in the night air
Runnin'
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