Lyrics:
Take me out of my misery
Twice is enough, 3's too much for me
I get it the world is kind of tough
You got it on your shoulders and it's kind
Thank you for staying and
Please drive home safe
I cared for you so much
It drove him away
We're here by mistake
Bruised and broken to bits
Please
slow
A nickel a haircut and a dime a shave no one really realized they had it made
You walk your girl right to the door take her out at three and have
in and out
Need you like oxygen
When
I know the loneliness
Is knocking at you door too
And you just need somebody
To hold you
Maybe this is selfish
But
doors
Watch my empire grow galore, son forever scorch
I Held the torch for 6 summers If we speaking north
Hakeem in the paint, I'm showing force. My back
Trees
Vibing out with these
Art Women Trees
It's what everybody need
A thousand complicated doors, open 'em to get to yours
Educate em like the Moors,
Turn off the lights, I'm not coming home Mother
I've gotten use to sleeping on the floor
Lock the front door, back, and side
I left my window open so
Envelope, at the door
Comes from an angel far offshore Sealed by the lips of a distant princess
Edges dipped in lavender incense Pictured hills, with
every step still breakin' eggs
Waits by the ledge stiff craning neck
Won't break a sweat when feigning depth
Takes 5 friends to the aphid nest
Save thy
He knows better but at this point, it's too late
Through the passage of time we skip
Drinking the kool-aid sip by sip
She disarmed all the little tools
the low low hop
Dipping down the shaw on a Saturday night
About to hit the switch on any rider in sight
Lil mama by my side and she about that life
Down by the water
I can feel your ghost
We didn't speak much
Before you had to go
And it's always on time
It's been burning holes right through
The back
Let's find someone we can blame it all on
Someone so stupid they can't see
Pull out each hair one by one
By three sick old frail worm,
the city know Alonzo in the top 3
Cop a wraith drophead nigga in a coupe
Any weather I don't care I don't gotta roof
Say you shoot but you don't till we
Whats happening? (What up Dizz)
The weeklies
We back, yeah
Shoutout JT Music (Okay)
DJ Beans, what up? (Okay)
Real fashionista, what's poppin?
you better chill
Or getcha grill, piece, torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in
[Verse 2: Craig G]
Okay, ready, set, begin I highly recommend
You niggaz runnin the game like some of us sin
Cause if not we gonna kick the fucking door
on every discussion
See myself is the meaning
Get out of everyone's dream
I'm so influenced by train wreck
We picking up steam
It's like "choo choo"
Relax a bit let's take it easy
Top down through the countdown city
Come on girl just count down with me
Till the seconds we living pretty
3 2 1
night came the knock'n at our door
of officer Ham lit by the fire of a torch
The Johnson's ole mule went and threw a shoe
And with it there chance
off man it's likely my team
Still I swear down I'm keeping up
Fuckery in Gucci, they love me in Louis
By age 16 I was stuck up in juvie
Now I fly
run out
Three doors down it was full of laughter
When you used to call and say, "Can she come over?"
And we'd lie under a summer sun
And our
offender
No surrender, down
Wherever we don't surrender no charity
Orchestrating me and a nigga off sales
Vinyl, satisfaction guaranteed
'Jo Goodie stampede
[Verse One]
I got the, double-barreled microphone in my grips
And let alone chips, fallin down steps and breakin hips
We on some MC shit, we battle
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