Lyrics:
would think I was in detention, but I’m
In Jamaica Gettin’ That ganja from Chris M
Bring it back to the
States put it on a weighing machine
Quantify out
I was followed home by a weighing machine
On DeChirico Street
It said, "What do you know?" I said, "What do you mean?"
On DeChirico Street
in fish it's a largemouth bass
I bend over and blow out my thong every time I drop a quarter
Went to a booty cheek weighing machine, put that shit
woman's chair weighing machine
Hillsborough is where one of my sisters lived when she married her first husband
She's now on husband number three except
Athletics, cosmetics, a weighing machine
Are part of the feminine daily routine
For what?
And oceans of lotions and potions you take
To keep
chopper in the air with machine guns weighing down that mighty force. I lope into the barn like a wild man. You can't tame lions and men. It's impossible.
called that chick machine-o
All I rock is that Moschino
Diamonds on my body weighing kilos
Diamonds in my Rollie, diamonds, diamonds in my Rollie
My cup runs out
The devil's here
He's weighing in on me
He's got me smoking cigarettes
Yeah I can feel he's got it in for me
White lies, sweet
called that chick machine-o
All I rock is that Moschino
Diamonds on my body weighing kilos
Diamonds in my Rollie, diamonds, diamonds in my Rollie
forward
I'm heels over head
The momentum is
Taking over
Speed to great for limbs
Fixed to this flesh machine
No I can't get up, it's weighing down on me
scene,
oh yeah, oh yeah
Time machine a flash back scene,
oh yeah, oh yeah
So go live a life thats not on hold
No anchor weighing you no more
Years later
on you now look what you've done Karma Tsunami weighing a thousand tons comin down on you with the weight of the sea it ain' never fun the repercussions
Skrr
Bitch I'm a fuckin machine, I got ya bitch on a bean
Yea hoe you know what I mean XVII
XVII!
XVII on em I feel like and Android, bitch I'm
body
You still haunt my home, can't get out
I used to look for you up in a sky that was so vast
But now I feel your presence weighing down on me
Silence,
our positions unclear
We can't hear nothing, they all disappear
All these machines, I feel like an Engineer
And we don't wanna hear about food
There's a feeling weighing down your mind
That you're just here wastin' my time
And now something's missin' or I'm missin' something
I feel alone right
concert
I was raking in the dough, rolling in green
Had the game hemmed up like a sewing machine
But I was losing my freedom, there was nowhere for me
feeling
Are you some kind of machine?
I'm a completely useless fool
Cause all I do is dream of you
I'm a prick, I'm a cannonball
Weighing down the bus
But
Yeah they make every move
Now im just a machine
At least im dying slowly
Thats good enough for me
I know the pros and the cons
So im playing both teams,
Trap go boom like a 808
Sports center on, on the 80 inch Same room that a nigga weighing bricks
Need rubber bands when you weighing chips Get the 848 if
Ghost town when I drive by
Eyes down like I ride clean
There's smoke in the limousine what you mean
Run my luck like a slot machine
They rolling
in fear,
? tell me is the end near,
So damn easy to think we've won,
Man over machine is the illusion,
It's a journey forget the destination,
We've
a bed, I will find you a home"
Despite what he was saying it felt like he was weighing
My worth, and for what it's worth
It didn't seem as though he were
Finding oneself here
You could ask why
But does it really matter
Thrown blindly into the cockpit
Forced into an unknown machine
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