Lyrics:
a brand
Whoever finds this I love you
Whoever finds this I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So whoever finds this I love you
The old
a challenge was thrown
By a man at the door in an Escort
"All this could be yours" he said with a grin
Your dream, complete with passport
Challenge was to see,
the moulding sand
He wore his trade like a company brand
He was one of the cyclops' smoky band
Yes, that was my old man
My old man wasn't really old
It's
in this old building, yo and my soul
Has got to move
I've got another building
A building not made by man's hands
This old building keeps
Who's influenced by the narrative?
Be out on the watch
Tryna be spotless
Gotta know that a remnant got this
Had to stop living on the edge uh huh
I be
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
a brand
Whoever finds this I love you
Whoever finds this I need you
I ain't even got no one to talk to
So whoever finds this I love you
The old
It's way darker this time
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner, the opposite
I'm a boss, and that's some old news
Slavin' for this dollar shower power for my whole crew
Goin Jack Bauer for an hour for my old school
I'm
harder than a Sandshrew
Shawty want fuck. Let me tell you what I can do
Put that dick in your mouth, free sample
Grown man, drink whiskey by the handle
joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh, man, I just caught a drink)
My body got rid of them toxins (like, fuck, mm, mm)
SportsCenter, top ten
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
brand new shit
Shit done changed when I left my
Fake ass world that she ain’t forget
Same old story sound like this
(Chorus) [ZAYOF2MRW]
Same old
the kid in it
She looks so good, throw a kid in it
Have a baby by me for the big business
I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new 'Rari, yeah
I
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
the size of Swizz's nose
But that's gettin' old
We gone bring it up to date
N' niggas know that I spit shit for yo
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with
the size of Swizz's nose
But that's gettin' old
We gone bring it up to date
N' niggas know that I spit shit for yo
I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with
Woof woof woof woof
Countin' up my years and my checks feeling old like
Woof woof woof woof
Live long like a Cockapoo (Cock)
Came for your neck like
broke by the holes in ya jeans
This can’t be ya fashion i hope that it’s more in the seams
Shawt please keep it a bean
How you expecting to win
Fighting
out the way
I'm doin' 88 in the slow lane, no shame in my road rage
In my old age, I blow haze on this soul train
No cocaine, just a flux capacitor
too deep
Going with what I always longed for
Feel like a brand new person (but you make the same old mistakes)
I don't care I'm in love (stop
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
ain't act up, should've got an Oscar
I know we got some problems to get out of
And I know that we done been through some trauma
So I just write this
stop drop and niggas will roll it’s fire
What we doing is gold Oscar shit no matter who in the role
I never felt like I was owed a thing by God or man
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