Lyrics:
of
Experiences that you’ve had
That are characteristic
To your own personal life
That have caused you some
Bitterness and some resentment and
That those haven’t
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Bumpkin'
Just drunk enough to rap
Mr. miss me with that
Bullshit that you act
Mr. Must Be Fucked Up
Every day
Liquor got me fucked up
From the taste
You got
decisions
By corrupted governments
You need to level up
Your time is up
Mr Mr Mr
Mr Mr Politician
You got a whole lot
Of explaining to do
While the country
I want my money like Mr. Ren
I Pull up in a new black Benz
You niggas wanna live how I live
These women love when I'm Mr. Ren
All my bitches issa
Mr Red
Likes a good wine at dinner time
Mr Red
Spends all day in his head
Thinking of what to do, thinking of what he can say now
Are you okay Mr
inside
And you close your eyes
It helps keep you alive
But the experience of loving
Won't take all the pain away
Just understanding for the first time
Excuse me Mr. Cadillac
I heard you beat the devil
Shooting angles
Drawing chalk outlines
Downtown by the laundromat
Said you left him shaking
Made
once was pity
Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey
Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long (so long)
Where did we go
I can't lie, I've never been there
Maybe this is an experience that me and you can share
Clean and unsoiled, yet sweaty and wet
I swear to you
I can't lie, I've never been there
Maybe this is an experience that me and you can share
Clean and unsoiled, yet sweaty and wet
I swear to you
and got lost?
Experience, experience
Wetin dey happen
You dey look for my case
It's experience
That's how I know
Can't sit by myself no more
Aya aya
Do
witcha
I wanna meet you in the middle like some sandwiches
I wanna be the Mr, you could be the damn Mrs.
I wanna lay off in the beach up in the sand wicha
once
Act for trust, words are cash
Tricked my view to different hunts
You can't tell me that you know this world if you weren't alive
Your "experience
Don't stop whatever you doing it got me out my body
I can not bury this feeling because its out of body
Oh darling what an experience this is out
It's Lethal Bizzle Records
You don't wanna play Mr.
I'm a take your girlfriend and your sister Mr.
You don't wanna play Mr.
I'm a take your
the words to come from your lips
You know it well so you
Don't hesitate to let yourself
Be carried away by intense arousal
And tell me plainly
-Stick it up
an empty space for me
Hey, Mr. Brady, was the sun in your eyes?
Did you even see me as I passed you by?
Hey, Mr. Brady, why are you walking away?
I'm
magical
Mr. Tim's other hand slappin you
Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats
Place where ain't no crackers at
Place where all
don't experience morality
You experience, you know, the need to survive
Before you extend it, I say to wait till they show you which one they really feel
to Duke
Cuz I just get it how I live it, push it right up to the limit, knock you right off of ya pivot like a bouncer do
They call me Mr. Laidback, take
try to wake it
You cannot be serious
You're talking delirious
Way we move there is no fear in us
Don't need experience
Get caught up for acting
Mr. Mr lonely nights
Yeah, call me Mr. Mr you gon call her when you miss her
Hate the taste of medicine but yo prescription never bitter
Love it when
of caining
So I gotta think fast mr nally watch your ass, wake up and laugh and run
Better Mr run, mr rand, mr mac, mr nally
Mr run, mr man, you got
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