Lyrics:
my bedroom window
Stuck between two worlds
No choice but to live though
Takin' it day by day by day
There's always tomorrow
Feel too safe in this same
Marc B went Crazy on this bitch
Aye
Imma Live Forever
Imma Live Forever
Say
Look
This that Forty Twenty Two
Real Nigga Salute
I was in a can nigga
I
two things just the same
Baby you're a quick change artist
And everybody knows you by a different name
You told me what your name is
I showed you
too live
I just got done doing Burbank
Feel like I'm on a show living 2 lives
Tru that Tru that
Pour the Cristal won't get your boo back
I Carrey that
going all out
And that's word to my niece
Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live
for more
Like oo-ah, oo-ah, what you wanna do-ah? Do-ah?
Wanna be for you, I'd do, anything you want tonight
I know you want me to throw it back
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
Verse
Put your hand up baller throw your bands up ladies stand up go shake that ass girl it a party it a party don’t be mad for we popping bottles getting
make the cup lean
What these? I call em Kyle Korvers cuz they just 3s
Some rules I live by: 1. I'm never scared of feds
2. If I'm eatin then we eatin,
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
my nigga, you can ass it
My accessorize accessories bring
Out my assets
Nigga they sound on acid, tablets
Stussy’s G-Shock with my custom
Pair of 3D
you really think that I wouldn't catch on and that our love would never end?
(Never end)
By living two lives there must be guilt inside
I can read it in
forty, son
I got a decade and change, so you got more to come
I love my crew, one for all and we all for one
Just gained a hundred pounds (I'm tryna
One - two shots
Then she called me by my government
Oouu!
yeah i knew it was up
No more chitty chatty feel her hands on my draws
Pause on the movie
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew
live long
Ride on man, life is moving on
Mmm, rhymes I gotta grateful It's Jonie D, man, hearticle and grateful
Who brings the crack, the coke, the guns
Never put my hands on her, but you know I'd beat it
Like Mike, beat it up like Michael
I can't throw these girls away, that boy Logic recycle
Open up
it up for the E-P, knahmean?
EPMD, yeah and the D-P-G, live and direct
My nigga E man
Came with the beat, that's so sweet
Dogg Pound
wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm blowin' him like southern band
And they always tryin' to find something
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Straight up
Look, I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel
bread
And throw it up like a flyer
That's what I admire
I know youda youda boss baby
Will you employee me?
To work under
You?
Will you let me be by side
you just want to stay right where you are
I'm wondering
How they look like that, where'd you find the time
Don't you got two kids and working full time
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
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