Lyrics:
and half-truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
Excuses and half-truths and fortified wine
There's a house on the south side
Where
Lord, I'm Discouraged
Lord, I'm discouraged
The circles have sucked in her eyes
Lord, I'm discouraged
Her new friends have shadowed her life
up
North Side where you at, where you at?
South Side throw it up, throw it up
See, blaze me above the game with no limit
Niggas nowadays can
The world's on fire, could be going south
We can talk in circles, give me the runaround
Looking for heaven and girl, I found it
Why face the truth when we
whistle while you twerk
Drop it south for a Texan 'cause he reckon what it's worth
Extra money like some seconds
Going broke by the third
You ain't know it
to a town called Paradise
Down where we can be free
We're gonna drink that wine
We're gonna jump for joy
In a town called Paradise
We're going up
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south
the sunshine, yeah, it's summertime
Little brew, a little bit of little wine
We feeling good now, in the hood now
Rio de Janeiro, understood now?
Coming from
the South with some cherry wine
It's looking like there's something in the air tonight
I promised myself
I'd keep from his help
Don't need no one else
jumbo joints, them shits cost a buck 50 for eight
And when you told me your Merlo, need more grapes
I said "Honey, you never had wine before!"
And if
of old
I'm just chilling down south with the Goats, you know
Rémy Martin on the table for two
Brizzy and the gang sipping on that Jäger you fool
Circle
hoe
Always rep my city
You just do it cuz we on now
Always kept it quiet
Now I am a loud mouth
Singing ass niggas
Yes we is from down south
Bitches
jumbo joints, them shits cost a buck 50 for eight
And when you told me your Merlo, need more grapes
I said "Honey, you never had wine before!"
And if
to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's
man I'm about to be a baller
My life's like a Battle Royale because my circles constantly getting smaller
Fuck the world I don't need no one else
I
dung mi mind
Mi sleep with a sweeter gal a North Caroline
Go South Caroline an den stomp Tennessee
Circle California then touch Miami
Rest mi
Breakin' down the bud 'til it's cannabis in my cuticles
A soldier from the South and man, I represent it dutiful
Plus we gettin' to the bag, nigga, my life
the money on my mind, number one all time
Other dummies gonna wine, when we come out shining
It's plain and simple, I'ma get this do'
Kick a nigga in his
first time, drinkin cheap wine
And then she took her place on the stage
The club, went, crazy (girl you doin it)
The way she shake that ass sho' amaze
of wind
And you don't owe nobody shit, in this life that you live
You gotta do this thing for you, you gotta do it right
And if yo circle less than one
about those, cookies. Well, Im not sure if I can say this but...
DEBBIE:
Go on. This is a circle of trust
TOM:
Her touchie. I mean, I could stare
the pillow as I circle around
Taking off onto a glorious voyage
I'll make sure you enjoy the ride
Look what you do to me
I can't control my feet
My legs fly
far up ahead to hear ya mope and gripe; smoke a pipe
Wine down while we Toast to life wit Holy Christ
I'm bouta wake yo ass up like morning light
Aww
Then poured up some wine
Sipped for a second
And had a croissant
Made an impression
Like Mary Cassatt
Took down her number
Aint call her a lot
She text
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