Lyrics:
stuck a lot
Just letter jacket boys singing Jerry Jeff songs
Drinking everything we could get our hands on
Learning 'bout right by doin' it wrong
fighting was useful for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway,
There had to be something that was better than this,
I
I fell by the wayside
I fell on my knees
Cryin' "why was I so hard to please"
I stood at the crossroads
Took a long look at me
Sometimes you
Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow
A lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show
I seek a thousand answers, I find but one
a second, why not go?â?? You know, like in cartoons where they hang going to the North Pole on their door knobs and they just take off.
So I spent a couple
Three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow
A lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show
I seek a thousand answers, I find but one
Well, it's always been my nature
To take chances
My right hand drawing back
While my left hand advances
Where the current is strong
for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me I was never
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
help me walter Hartright
Is his name
(Another man who is sitting at the back
Overhears her and steps forward he takes
Her by the arm and during the next
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin'
yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
Death Row! BIATCH! Ha ha hahaha!
A yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, nigga
And you know how we do it
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
(brought the funk)
East coast (started it)
Dirty South (got it crunk)
The Midwest, the heart of it
Hi Tek, y'all already known what it is
Cincinnati where
speak my mind even if it's taboo
In a world of fake where you can barely be you
You are now in tune to Grinch part two
Tik Toks in
Scroll down my
a gun
in hand
Lord I don't understand
maybe the kid was fed up
where the f*** is Jay at
what is this shit a set up
let me not say that
the three
the streets by his dolo
No idea where he was gon go
Wandering into the unknown
Sliding on through like he frozone
In gucci slacks
They got the color like snow
im from the 3
Where i grab a bitch by her weave bend it over
Touch your mother fucking knee's
Baby come to me lets me see you suck this meat
Baby turn
up for my 3 side niggaas
We slide with G's my nigga
We abide by the street but I
Gotta leave it alone
Wake up every morning
You know that I wanna
You got me wide awake
Two, three, four a.m. don't matter the time a day
Yeah, you don't know where to go, but you gon' find a way
Yeah, life's
"Diaries Of The Stunner, welcome to greatness"
Them misunderstand we, show we no love, where I'm from people no dey barb if ghetto Boy make am
Nobody
I've got no more way to run
I've got no more friends to role
I've got no where else to turn ×3
Verse
Freeze.........I can't
could fill it three times
Clock going round every second gone by ay
Still I gotta get it till the case closed
Writing up shit till the day goes
Been
engulfed
Three two one go
Now, listen
You making no sense
I gotta go get
Ain't on my throne yet
Where all the jokes at?
Oh that was old laughs
Because I'm
Discuss these wheres max by 3 Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In