Lyrics:
to be the man paintin'
Dreams outta the paint bucket, eh
'Cause I get lost in my own mind
And in my mind, there is no time
It's all frozen over until I
the best at self deprecation
Depiction clear as crystal
Bought a bullet for my pistol
You oughta know that I make holes in buckets that
Carry holy water
from the tree
But the acorns roll
Well the little kid got a bucket and spade (bucket and spade)
Two little oak tree seedlings saved (saved)
Planted in
I used to know a kid, a real cool cat
Ended up a fuckin’ junkie in a funky backpack
Fucked up sweatsuit that didn’t even match
Leader of the Dirty
chose another man
No other man can satisfy the hole I leave in all her plans
Just kidding I dont have a girl that leave for other men
Cuz other men don't
even
Fire in the hole take cover
got you punk ass nigga trippin fallin over each other
Seen that 50 calibur spit that bits, unload, reload
Cause we, ah get down
Joe Budden, Busta Bus
Cause we, ah get down
And we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
Followed by sci-fi nonsense: tons of little bloops and bings
I get there: no one in sight
Until I look up seeing a space craft in flight
Prepare for
tesla, stupid you own sears
Logistically speaking, no way I'm peaking, anytime in my career, what is there to fear
Took a bucket and I filled it with some
Good morning. You're listening to Raindrop Radio. It's 8 in the morning and the sun is Shining! It looks like a perfect day to load the buckets
There's room on the bus
Cuz you ain't keeping me in this hole. It's Groundhog Day
I get it in. All work no play
Yeah I fell for a minute but I'm climbing
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
and shit
Then he's on his way to stab his father in the tit
Asshole gets frozen like the asshole he is
When the wars over he gets murdered by his kid
Come
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album,
laughin', he like, "What's so funny?"
'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
Nuttin' in the freezer, nuttin' in the fridge
there
Tripped my nuts off, landed in some chick's derriere
Me and my hash rig make a scary pair
Stabbin' globs on the skillet got these fairies scared
Yoda
A Florida, Pensacola
There's more to roll-a by Motorola
I'm in control-a, I hit the quota
I made this beat sound while
I was in Minnesots
Fuck,
Like that was the same, uh
They build up the niggas then they
Wash em away with a bucket of fame
All that you knew and your roots in the drain
her
Doesn't sound like it did
When Her Majesty was a kid
There's a hole in the roof of the Castle
It's raining on the parade
Have you got a bucket?
Cos
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album,
the buckets of mad men and magnates
The sick and corrupted
There's a shape within the shadows
There's a chill up in the air
No, your status doesn't matter
Empty
Bus
Cause we - ah get down and we seeing that
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in tha house
Smoke that
buckets today
SM58s XLRs and the stage
Fulfilling the page
Written for me by me I see my time coming highly anticipated among myself
Yeah I dealt with
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