Lyrics:
're somewhere
Staring at the constellations
You can find yourself there
While I practice patience
Or pick up the phone
Cause what's the use in waiting
I'd rather
the fun outta
Murderin', I'd rather go vrim-vrim, and now you see just how the
Fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp, uh
Shit,
Day by day (Simple as a pimple pimpin)
Do it Day by day yeah (Gotta live ya life)
I don't know about you
Day by day
Yeah
10 Toes in the game, boy you
're witnessing me blow up
Like seeing a tank of gas explode
And I'm, I'm high like a flight I'm sitting back of coach
By the window sipping Jack and Cokes
so crucial in the belly of the crucible that you would understand that stage like your morning candle.
It's handin' out cancer that's why fame was
homey Strict told me, "Dude, finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
With the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels
the belle of the ball,
There's nothing as gay as life in paris ,
There's no other person, I'd rather be,
I love what I do I love what I see,
But where is
the belle of the ball,
There's nothing as gay as life in Paris,
There's no other person, I'd rather be,
I love what I do, I love what I see,
But where is
Friday night sittin' by the bonfire
A couple buddies and a couple girls
Got a bottle of Jack on the dash
And cooler full of memories to burn
You
could see-see what I got
you could see what I got compared to what other people got
And I can't believe what I read and what I hear
I don't know who
Uh huh
Jones
Dipset
Birdgang b*tch
You know what it is
When you see me two twelvin' you homie
You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity
but would you would you
Would you live for me
I do this shit for my mother
I do this shit for my brother
I do this shit for my son and my daughter
I do
to themselves they might like this dick
But where the fuck were you when they would call a nigga names?
When I was playing by myself, they wouldn't let me in
to make the system look stupid, [yo]
They rather look you in the face and shoot it
And leave your spot looted [or what]
Or leave your whole life blank
I question the worth of a torch when the fire is out
They asking me do I got drive I got enough to run you over vehicular homicide just to tire you
hit the stage
With the star-shaped bass, he'd send the crowd into a rage
Stop, look up, and what do you see?
The Mothership landing in DC
So, yo, thank
sincere
It doesn't matter
'Cos you would rather
Tear apart my mind by saying
Nothing and just leaving me alone
I gave you my all
'Cos you were what I
See, I would rather feel no way no more
Then to have to deal with this painful war
I got too attached by the way you feel me
By the way I come back even
When you're with me
Here walking by my side
Hope has more blood on her hands than I do in my heart
(And it might even kill me too)
And love means so many
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming
easy
Just to go along with it
Young and dumb saw nothing wrong with it
It was me being persuaded that's what you calling it
Sorry shit
I be talking
This my mood
I'm way up in the sky
But what's new
Yo I'm always guessing never really sure
So I write songs and display my words
Oh you would of rather
can do
I feel like I've known you for my whole life
I wouldn't rather be anywhere but here tonight
Summer's over and you know that she stayed for all
Tried to keep you flossed, Tried to keep ya neck froze
Who would ever thought you would do me so cold
Solid as a rock I ain’t think that you would
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