Lyrics:
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
the streets nigga
Where you at? (Where you at?)
Bitch I'm gone (Bitch I'm gone)
And you know wassup when they put us on
Tell me where you at? (Where you at?)
the seats so I caught her
The girl had the lips that made me wanna fuck her harder
Grabbed me by my hand, she was moanin Brad
Opened up some more,
just me and my bad bitch, uh
So you can say I'm on my Brad Pitt, nah
Back to the la familia I'm aligned with
Before I betray them I slit my wrists
khakis I’m locced out
Got naked hoes in a dope house
Put them hoes on a DVD
Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout
I’m pill poppin’ feds is watchin’
I hopped
This is when I'm going
Goddamn, I just feel it, I love it
I gotta get it
This is how we do it, switch it up
Speed it up let me get it, that's enough
to fail
Yeah I take my time on shit like a snail, but that doesn't mean I'm going off trail (Off trail mother fucker)
I can't take this shit no more, man I
where I'm going, but I'm going on
(Going on, going on
Going on, going on)
I don't know how I'm keeping, but I'm keeping on
(Keeping on, keeping
I'm a man not judged by what I got
If rap games like a sport
Who the hell cares what I bought?
This is Chuck, here to snatch up and bag up
Ignorance no
every day, but it's like a losing battle
I'm surrounded by my demons, and the snakes are all around
Yeah, she feel my presence when she walk into
cheffin
Makin threes bitch now I'm stephin'
Stephin like curry get out my way better hurry
Young cmeads and sam getting dirty
Riding the beat so clean
I am
when I do it sound like the trap,
Competition left me in flat, I'm just hoping that you trap,
I'm just hoping you try to try me,
Get drag around by
shit full court you didn't have faith it was going in
Situations was the Wallace you'll get on board from where I Ben
Lived the Hardaway wore sneakers in
money in the shoe box
I cook on a huge pot
Not drunk had a few shots
I'm cheap when I shoe shop
I juke to the jukebox
Brad Stevens the new Pop
Vinny
to think about everything that's going on
Dad's getting old, I don't really see my mom
And I'm in between jobs tryna get my shit to pop
Pocket change I'm
a bigger Verizon
I got relaxed when im off if the hybrid
You is a clown so yo name is bozo
Get to the bag and don't sleep is the motto
I see through
site
I'll punish you for yo sins
I'm Frank Castle on that mic
I'll murder you with a grin
Then say "Well, serves your ass right!"
When they ask where
and Dave and Brad and WAIT! Where's the other member? Here he comes. Watch as he approaches. He looks cheerless. We can sing it here tonight This year, i'm
understand all the hate
I can't be around nothing fake
I'm a goth star by the way
So alone when I'm gone up in space
Im going to get this bread like a cake
You
comin' at you
My concepts is too complex I leave 'em baffled
I'm so far passed you, why would I have a battle
When I'm already winning the war in
With an accent
That I got back when I got a laugh in
The way I’m running everything you know I get a lap in
And they clapping
But they don’t know
a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them
a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them
or Bangle Town
We're all dancing in the moonlight
We're all on borrowed ground
Oh I'm just walking down to
I'm just floating down through
Won't you come with
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