Lyrics:
Sometimes we change seeking for attention
Crying on our own speaking on depression
Getting lost in our mind... 3rd dimension
Shooting for the long
I got it na
All this damn heat burn the house down
Right pocket left pocket both bust down
Bad pretty bitch I'm turn lil shawty out
I'm from the 3rd
Time is money baby I gotta get it ain't wasting a second
I'm Coming in first, 3rd and 4th sound cool
But still wouldn't settle for second
Man They
If you wanna win races
It's all about placement
3rd generation
Captain making sure she going places
You know you gonna make it
Just gone take
To our 3rd Grade class where I thought we would last
Weekend we'd spend it at Noah's place
Remember how we all used play
"Just Dance" and talk about being
Bomb us and we'll bomb you back, the choice is yours
3rd quarter, I'm finna run up the score
You don't wanna know what lies in store
Dropping fifty in
Nice Nice Nice
Kick 'em in the grill Pete!
Verse One: Pete Nice
Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass'll express, KMD
Three blind mice
HEART, in no mans land you’ll get picked apart
Before u even start, yeah he hard/ until that close encounter of a 3rd kind
Or he stand in front of judges
search search search
Put a bad bitch in some merch before I put her in a purse purse purse
Count it up like the first and 3rd
All we do is work work work
I
you with my 3rd eye
You won't survive here on my side
Don't try fight my kind you might die
Where I reside ain't no nice guys
I see through you with my
paid
I just left la
And I'm chilling in the bay
I do my thang
Ima wave like the sea
Ain't nobody w me
Me or my gang
Trey 3rd family
Coney Island by
can work on the stove top
Turn a little to somethin'
Met a little bitch, she lit me up
And found out it was the 3rd cousin
Met a little bitch, she
ain't a play date but we make a great cake
My name's Jeff. You can't hurt me. I'm up ate, I'm doing burpees
I been great, since the 3rd grade
They put
to this deep truth
In St Petersburg, journalists got it in black and white
If you don't do your job, you're pushing us towards the 3rd World War.
A dilemma
Can't tell my habits no Down that rabbit hole
In a cloud of smoke This is my antidote Rush
It's not a trick of the mind Open my 3rd eye
The mundane is so
Baby come on, come on
3rd Verse:
Life move forever, on that mistake
And I don’t wanna make no
Mistake about this one
If you now come
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
a pint
Tippin' through the southside, runnin' a light
Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps
Collectin' his scratch, protection' his snaps
He
know imma make it far, even if it takes me months
Outside the Lines, made my 3rd tape better
First 2 to practice, make the 3rd take better
My birthday
suburbs
A civilian shot in 3rd Ward, we just by the fountain
This is Merlyn Wood, man
Everywhere I go is the Woodlands
I need a Honey Butter, vodka in
telekinetically
I burn heat with 3rd Degree emergencies, Urge Mcs with Urgency
Wage a whimsical war of written words with me
Prefer to eat the weak verbally
Speech
[Chorus]
You the one who won the spelling bee
I'm the first 3rd grader wit a felony
And I never was a teacher's pet
I'm the one who went and stole
....mesmerized
By the ...
resavor between ya thighs
& I think it’s clear to the world that you are mine
Spiritual butterfly
My psychedelic lover
kiss on my 3rd
the grave
3rd day, it's a miracle
Tore down the temple
Now I believe it's rebuildable
You're perfect Jaden
Everything about you says you're royal
The devil
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