Lyrics:
I saw you
With your ball of yarn
Looking for the exit
No story left except to leave
The slow burn to the winding down
An offer in a new town
And all
there's nothin but crime
So you best to watch your behind
Joe Tex was the biggest hombre from the projects
Had all the work locked down, so he
at home
'Cause baby, I'ma dog and I'm just tryna bone
Say you got man shawty, leave him at home
Uh, yea
Do your thang, do your thang, do your thang, do your
Leaped naked from the sea.
His fillet knife was in his hand.
He jumped aboard the train.
"Give up your bucks, you tourist schmucks.
I'm Key West Jesse
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
Change my name to the kid, that's a baby goat
Keep a Drac' like I started up OVO
You can get a percent, but I want
thinkin' of me, be my part time loverr..
Me I'm gon' do my thang, so you can go do your thang
You wanna fuck 'um it's aight with me, be my part time loverr..
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
we don't condone
Better check your hand for you have to fold
Matter of time till they get exposed
Now you back to being just an average joe
What's
Switzerland in March
Still ain't had a winter since the start
So it's short sleeves
And my work still feels like a short leave
Do your whole tour in my off week
Winkle, sleeping on me
Consider this your wake up call, backing down is deep in your dreams
Dreaming of my surrender, like Aerosmith
You can Dream On, 2020
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
a mack
Spit lobster and shrimp, you could tell by the hat
Gators and flavors, colors like now and laters (watch your bitches!)
Leave you jelly like
In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin
That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free
You can get shot in your face
Not payin
with you
‘Cause I'm sure your baby momma know, aye
Fall for a slice like it’s Dominos, aye
Alright if we can like
Dead that Aye flow shit that you niggas
that, Royce, where you at?
I'm right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers, I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by
Couldn't tell you why I wasn't doing things right
Your brothers looked at me to shine bright
Nah, I ain't finna stop on a green light
Man, you watched me
nanoclaws
With my machines I can dispatch you
From this world without a trace
Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
Content-shifting shopping
Life)
Man, all I'm trying to do is just drive my car
Turn my beats up and rhyme these bars
But even when I abide by laws
You run my plates just to find my
you fucked up my mojo, with them joe joe bitches
Yea they can leave, you can go home wit em
I just told them hop off my dick, yo cool off me
We-we just
Hello! I can see you)
You know, did anybody get to go to the
Artrve? That was a party
Oh you know, that was my last tour
The artrave
And, when I went
said, I'm Mr. Take Your Pack
Gotta keep me a gun, bitch, you know I can't lack
You a bitch on the front, cause you know I ain't wack
I said, hold up,
my opinion you make it
The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it
You never knew me but you flew me to your town see
By
cold
We destined to explode, that's why I stay on flip mode
Your dick rode me long enough Dunn, now you can let go
Every man in this world has
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
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