Lyrics:
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I can't back to basic
Live and you learn
I been running these bases
Couple home runs
For the score paper chasing
I'm on my own
However you space it
nigga wake up and score
Young nigga wake up and score
I get the paper I’m fucking ya whore
Slide on a nigga won’t show no remorse
If you take one of mine
That’s gotta be a pause?
I Bada bing the chords
Then Upload to digital stores
Thoughts go out my head
And into yours
Here’s the score
Paper
she wantin' more
Ain't here for all the talk
Cause I'm just tryna score
That paper pilin' up
That's what they hate me for
I'm on that boss shit, that
desperadoes scornful of living
The world is scratching at my door
My morning papers got the scores
The human interest stories, and the obituary
Oh yea,
smoking, yea it's a party, oh
It's a party everybody smoking papers
Nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
Yea it's a party, oh,
card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin'
the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin'
a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman
the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling beneath the floor
card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin'
card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin'
games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin'
a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman
the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin'
a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman
won't miss you I guess we settled the score
They got the paper they want the green I guess we selling some more
I feel like Joshua Doore (Joshua Doore)
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons
with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels grumblin' 'neath
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons
card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin'
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