Lyrics:
about Jesus
Back where you're from
You got baptized in rivers
Where the deep waters run
That's alright by me,
Yeah I love that you believe in
There are times when you can beckon
There are times when you must call
You can take a lot of reckoning
But you can't take it all
There are
thats wrong with any man here
That can't be cured by putting him near
a girly, womanly, female, feminine dame
this?
Just get it over with
If this is true, just let it be
Wakened by the horrid scream
Freed from the frightening dream
Flash before my eyes
Straight from columbia
Got da cubans on call like a nokia
Mr.17 5 get it by da field
Sell it by da batch
And you better pay me fast
Or I'll do you like
away
From what you do...because of you...
You know I can't be there each time that you call
I swore not to come, but I'm here after all
I know by
box talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don't
by one
I'll knock you out
Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There's people phonin' in
done, not 'til I'm finished peeing
I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing
Mr. Officer, I'm already on my knees
I can't get on the ground any further,
on (come on), get down (get, get on down)
Freak that, come here, baby, grab me from the back
Baby, you the mack, and you know that
Put the needle
right by my side
You know, I can tell the whole wide world to shove it, hey
Here comes my girl
Here comes my girl
Yeah, and she looks so right
She
said we can't go there
If this thing is going nowhere, it's so weird
Now it's cold, thought I had control, thought I took your soul
Nah, I took your
meadowlark
Ooh Mister Meadowlark we're gathered here to witness this momentous event
Hmm, this is a charming little park
Yeah, paid for by the city
My
the streets of chaos and no pity
The aggravated, makin' these punk motherfuckers hate it
Compton is the city I'm from
Can't never leave the crib without
gravel turned to streets of gold
Time goes by but we won't ever get old (no)
It's a picture perfect place, I can't wait to see your face
When we get
of these other n****s
I get it, I spend it, your husband on a budget, Mrs.
Young Money cloud gang so above you n****s
Besides these groupies after
back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick
Though, I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (yeah, Lil Uzi, whoa)
Everything I said
Messing
Before you get
Blown away
You know where I come from
The place where your fate is a mic
Or a bull or a dumb dumb
A jail cell a pine box
laughing, while surfacing
Don't you ever make no mistake
Baby I've got what it takes (yeah)
And there's no way you'll ever get to me
Why can't you see
When you're smiling, there in your attire
Fancy styling
Right here by the fire
Quite beguiling, my, don't you inspire
I'm santarrific if I do say
here!
It's where?
Coming up the stair!
I'll get rid of this lot
As they're still pretty hot
And then I'll be there! (It's about to be opened
here
Very, very far from here
It seems like, you can't win for losing
Whatever you're doing turns out to
Be "what-are you doing?" sick of pursuing
That
bitch right here on the spot, bare
'til she passes out and she
Forgot how she got there
(Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie
Kids?)
No but I seen
Discuss these cant get there from here by the mr t experience Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In