Lyrics:
Money on my bedstand
Kick it wit my dead friends
Livin' in the drought, alone
Been gettin' restless
Will I make it out, don't know
I fear the question
attitude high
Got me loosе everyday like I'm
From the west side
Had to keep my phone around
To the bedstand side
Ain't in love with the poor
Got that shawty
become
Rollin' through South Central
Better watch your ass
Bars all on my window, pistol on my bed-stand
To live and die in LA
Couldn't make it off
on my bed-stand
To live and die in L.A., couldn't make it off of minimum wage
I had to get the big body Mercedes
Cop a Rollie, plus one for my lady, my
on the bedstand signed in blood,
"sincerely, never coming back."
A nightmare on my street the day she arrived
A nightmarish household in which she died,
'cause
Well, I woke up from a nightmare and I couldn't speak
'Cause the Devil slipped a mickey in my bedstand drink
Then Jesus made me breakfast with his
on the bedstand, that's just how we send it
Money in the bank, so you know we had to spend it
Pop out with a pop star, she just said I'm stylish
Told me that we run
packing loud
Fuck your clout
Atlas Squad we actin out
Look I was born a creature
My bitch features mona Lisa
Ay
Swishhers on my bedstand
Rolling logs for
think about all your lovely ways
Sometimes love is stepping away
Gloomy days and matinees
I left a note I put it on your bedstand
Hope you don't hate me
Leave the light on, on my bed-stand
Tell me stories of the spaceman
Searching for some kind of lost love
His heart was broken, she never showed up
Closer to quarter to eleven
Warm-winded night never seemed a good company
A bed-stand Barmicide feast, you're a legend
Of occupying nosebleed seats
The sweet tunes have rotted so sour and the gifts sat atop your bed-stand
All the criss-crossed calls, they’ve escaped us now to lost and never found
And I’d
a headband
Racks got her standing on a handstand
I done put stacks by the bedstand
Smoking on gas make a nigga feel jetlag
Yeah, tell a nigga better get back
I
the best
Chorus :
On this tree I'll hang my skin
And my skeleton without a shadow
Will glow by the fire
The angel hangs over
The bedstand
With a wide
it
So before I turn it off
Little light at my bedstand
Ask me what I thought of the life that I lead
And I'll take off your pants
Say goodnight
before I turn it off, little light at my bedstand
Ask me what I thought of the life that I led and
I'll take off your pants, say goodnight to the ears
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