Lyrics:
paintings! Please vote out the far left immediately! And anyone else paid by the Chinese, Russians, or other entities opposing worldwide freedom and U.S.
Chorus:
Father/Son livin’ on the run / just a modern day love story, livin’ by the gun /
Father/Son stayin’ on the run / just some modern day
in your mid-forties
Down in Florida, by the water, scrapin' up enough to buy a forty
Type of billboard ain't shit when you did poorly
Buy your kids
Uh
Tell me do u really understand what it feels like to be left alone
Man Only child at home momma at work
So I'm waiting patiently on my dad by da
myself by my own hand only
Try to be this and you ain’t never
Probably do the video games and slaying
Them thangs and probably got
All mechanics in every
Got a circle of success you can say I'm way around it
Yeah and by the way my name is Touch????
[Verse 2 - Birdman]
Uptown roller, take it off
the way]
[Verse 2:Wish]
Bless this seed gotta know where I come from
And you'll sell me ain't going back where I come from
Been blessed with division
Scarecrow was me, I was sent from the ceiling
crossed over the thorn on my venomous tips
Such in the same antisocial by there is no sun
daily as the right
hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty
Verse One:
And the saints come marching in
Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population
Caboose humming no fence me in a van
meaning
Quotables stack from the reef to the ceiling
Shorty knew me when I rocked two earrings
Tatted on my face, you'll see it when you're nearer
Keep that
the day Im blind
Restlessly sleeping, awoke by some sort of power
Two fifty-six in the morning, a familiar hour
Is it our nature that makes them feel
who the hell be flowing like that?
It's 2 y boy,
You get it right when you spell it
I'm too fly boy
cin't no need to be jealous, come on
Written by
stuck
(Chorus)
Verse 2
A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto
Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter
An outcast looked down by
The ghetto
The ghetto
Lamb shoot by (shoot)
Everybody lookin' (lookin')
Fifty round in the stash box, for a pussy (pussy)
I'm a young boss
I'm staring at the ceiling fan seeing where it's trying to go
Underground China flow, hungry like a dinosaur
I like lady luck but I ain't trying
Equivalent to Goku's potential left crews fragile
Like Glass Menagerie, actual artifacts, sniper shots
from the Almanac, brotha, it's crunch time
Pit
or two and a mountain side view
Yeah that'll do
Plus a guest house out back for the crew
Diamonds by the handful
Stay at home for days knowing there's no
a product of the 80s
Like no cell phones you had beef,
the homies made you fight
And two lefts no ever make a right
Them ass whoopins hit different like
they walk away from me
When I walk in the room she
Starts to exit the room
When I take one breath she’s
Just left the room
When I take two steps she’s
the bartender we gon need more shots.
Glitch
Just to live. Survive, get by by screaming fuck my life.
Leonardo
Yea I’m fucked up but im looking to be on one.
cuz I get dumb wit it, dim-witted, dumb-diddy, the only one wit it, betta come get it quick, cuz it's goin fast, only got "Two Left..." (I said),
think it's jealousy
Don't let the spotlight hit ya
If you shine in the night
This life's not kind stay awake
Or the demons might get ya
Look left turn
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
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