Lyrics:
Pack your things and don't come back no more no more
Don't come back
Me no do you nothing
How you want me leggo
(repeat)
I always believe that you
[Toxic]
Check this out ya dig?
You've vome to the last and final record
Toxic gettin crunk on you hoes
My nigga KX-Zilla, Steve The Guitar Man
motherfuckin' prophet
Beg your pardon?
D-d-did I stutter?
Pen to the canvas like I'm bob Ross (Bob Ross)
Call me big boss (Big boss)
On the come up like Steve
the fish scale in the city
And still make your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask anybody
out for you
I live it how I tell it
Come step into my office
Bitch I'm Steve Carrell’n
I’m all about the paper my team
Be on the same train
Started out
standing by your side 'cause your always come through for me
So many others tried to be were you are but they just wanted to do me
But you took your time
You still love me?
Take this
You ready? One, two, three
'Cause the more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say
Asking if you'll ever come back tomorrow.
We tellin' the truth clone, you still beating around the bush.
Baby I'm sorry.
It's all in the game.
brother
I be at home every time the club lit
Gotta move smart if you wanna be dumb rich
I be walkin on beats but I still run shit
Always get my lick back
belong to you
And it’s all just due to you
I see you crying and screaming
You wish you could come back
But now I just don’t think of you
And it’s all
Samson, to send Marilyn Manson
back to Hell, the resurrection of Fred Hampton
You can tell by the way your shit swelled and lump up
Whenever punks jump up
Check, check, check, check, check
Uh come on, come on
We 'bout to get it, 'bout to
We 'bout to get it, check it, check it
You know the deal, always
surprised about the blessings a believer can have
It's not always about losing your way
It's more about the way you fight and try procedure it back
Beating
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
every day of the week
You never could be a better playa than me
Even if you rolled in luxury
I know you sport-coatin' that top notch freak
You never could
ain't giving up a motherfucking thing
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga
Shit been in some robberies and walk-bys
And you don't want
door and the door knob. The doorknob was this beautiful sculpted bass clef. You walked in and the carpet smelled new and I could hear familiar voices
you to the beach looking right at the sea
Ain't a cloud in the sky, not as far you could see
Always said you want a house by the water by the water by
through
Lord I knew that I could always come and talk to You
When my faith was too weak and I could barely stand
I wasnt too far away from the reach of Your
of abuse
Why did I punch back?
Girls, your dad is a scumbag, I'm confused
Because
How come you can be a Lord and a loser?
How come, how come
You can
master up my craft
Now they back now
Finally not feelin' like they cash cows
You know the homies on the cypher bout to fuckin act out
Steve, Don't Say
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
safe
Cash out then smoke up, sip up just to past out
They see a ni**a getting back now, I could never go back down
I’m Steve rash on the track now, like
back
And my auntie she ain't never coming back
And this sample really hit my soul
Remember we was kids wish that we could bring those summers back
You up
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