Lyrics:
time
To smoke this agent orange joint of mine
Can you smell anything Regan
'Cause they'll surely catch me if you can
Now I thought about just saying no
Merch bin
And if they're listening
I'm really sorry
That happened
And I'm really happy
You caught me
I bought some stuff
Too
Different times
But anyway
been hurt by much stuff
Yeah yeah, You don't even gotta' worry bout it just trust
Yeah yeah, His grace is enough so
This too shall pass
This too shall
This shit real
Half you niggas don't know how it feel
I ain't have nowhere to go, nowhere to go
If you know what I know, I ain't have nowhere
really fucked me, I'm lucky
Put my finger in your mom and now she's texting me she loves me
You know Brian really ugly
And he's pulling nothing but
waken
They're tryna get on but they're locked out like Vincent Regan
You think that I'm just being lazy, really you're mistaken
I ain't got no beef but
for the taking
Fuck it up like I'm Reagan
Ringing up necks like I'm Regan
You'd swear the demon's awakened
And he is tired of waiting
No peace in
remember.... I did number four or five the other week and I... you know, it
was the other week, wasn't it? It's too f.... I was in here for a couple of days
ain't on yo grind
Life will pass you by
They were callin out the best
And started starin at I
And they didn't give a fuck
If you were mad or not
Damn
These niggas be talking too loud
You don't know too much
These bitches stay all assuming
Pointing their finger for stupid stuff
All that hot air you
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin' it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you savin'
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin' it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you savin'
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin' it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you savin'
Hit em with that phonky stuff, hit em with that phonky stuff
I be in the bank with guns, countin' hunnids one by one
No I do not fuck with you, if
of April. Good stuff! Anyway, by the way I've gotta go,
so look, if I don't see you in the spring which ain't too far away right, I'll see you in a mattress!
things we wanna take back
But just don't cross the line
Or we're gonna find you
On page nine, "Court Report"
Mr. McNilty pled guilty
To going way too fast
’re Sincerely Wrong
You’re Sincerely Wrong
You’re Sincerely Wrong
You’re Sincerely Wrong
“Sunny Days” Written by Troy Harrington and Brian Thomas
2013 Brian
And I don’t really like it
Too many fairytales
Too many love songs
Too many Brian McKnights
Got me tryna be the white knight
Got me tryna be the white
of the melee
Miss Collins fainted her cheeks by now were as red as a rose
Some of the boys declared she was plastered
Had a small drop too much I suppose
only live once
So I'm coming by baby unannounced cause
I get lonely, I get lonely, you my stargirl, you a star ey
Ey now we doing white stuff ey
Now we
right? I'd be sitting there wondering, whack, whack, whack. What? Nothing. Your mother's pissing me off. Then your mother would hit you too. My mother with
on the way home and hit a passer by,
cnd I can tell you undertaking is a science and an art
But today I'm going to need a bigger cart
You
I'm in a line
Gonna make a move
Cross the State
Rolling it wide
Hey!
Submitted by Rene
SET ME STRAIGHT:
I know something that you would
on, if you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once I get the feeling
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