Lyrics:
Hook:
Never hear from me I’m on my grind
But I think about you all the time
Know it feels like I’m on the run
I’ll be witchu when the morning comes
mom while I explain she had to leave
You told me you were only stopping by for just a drink
When you finally made it home, all I felt was mere relief
Bioweapon viruses
Filled in my environment
Socialism coming I ain’t talking ‘bout the fireman
Y’all thought we were crazy listening to Alex Jones
on
Like I'ma be the man when I get home
You got a couple raps I'mma shit on
Yeah ay yeah ay yeah
Boy I think I'm bad to the bi-done
I'mma need a bad bih'
and the conversation dies out
I go home by myself and I cannot think about the girls in my hometown
Are they getting married? Are they getting jaded?
When they
Ah Ha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa! Maybe I can get out of here now! Oh, this is Nicko's "not alot of people know that,
number ten". When I finish this I can go
meant to get a scan
But today I think she's going home early
Tryna talk to Jason, tell him 'bout the kid
Addressing any reservations
Have that
'm a go-getter, but I can't go get her
Every time I think about you, I think about us together
I wrote this little love song I ain't writing no letter
My heart's
me what I could really do though
They said I need to find a Plan B
But I think I found a loophole
I go hard every time baby I'm like Alex Caruso
I can
voice down
Brand new whip old shit was run down
Headlights dim I went home when the sun down
Now I'm staying up all night
Future bright
Atlanta hotel
(but I wasn't trying to hear them out)
What about when she finds out and leaves you all alone?
Tell me, what you gonna do then
(I'll just turn and say
Things are different now
Got a brand new bone to chew
Never used to think about nothing
Now i only think about you
She'd get up by the window
I'd stay
we met when I had worked at Hollister
She love my hair and by that I guess you guess Adrianna
Cause, she had worked in the salon right next
the Frogs think I'm great
Oh, the men all faint and the women scream
They like me more than heavy cream
When I'm in Versailles, I'm a popular guy
My oh
you do me
I love to go on about the funk, matter of fact
I'd love to be another funk front runner
But first we gotta deal with the fronters
So I can't
a plaque
But what's better than that?
The fact it brought me back home
We been waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
Waitin' for you
I
was, I had a buzz
But all that shit stopped when I got popped by the fuzz
A couple niggas kept that shit true indeed
But not the ones I used to bail
I smell leak smoke, left by the anonymous
Beats brought back to life, die, when I'm embalmin this
Come around and get yo' ass shot to clusters
I
) ain't really shit
want to roll so hard, all of the time
You and that bitch playin Too $hort rhymes
If you aks me, what it's all about, I'll say
think they know you?
And I've been miles away
I'm far from home
And have I told you by the way
My brain is gone
But don't you worry about a thing
I
(boom)
I used to send violent j to his room (whut?!)
when I bust this funky style
my money stacks up over miles
now I think i'll pass the mic
to another
so much
That I'ma call her anyway, and say
Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had
I say fuck that
hate it when they say
They think they know you?
And I’ve been miles away
I’m far from home
And have I told you by the way
My brain is gone
But don’t
cause I'm no lost cause
Little girl recognize Too $hort's the boss
When they turn 16, we all find out
What little girls like that are all about
So you
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