Lyrics:
on the sidewalk, for you passing by
Those were the days the good old days we find out too late
They all slip away, slip away
Now you're sleeping so sweetly, in
the ones doing time
For only trying to get some money when it was tough to get by
I'm not seeing how their weed is any different than mine
The 4 joints i
late breaking news story
every day, my music for the right words,
red right, white left,
my growing needs coincide with sewing seeds.
I think ahead
gonna stop stop?
Another day in black and white
One, two, three, four, five
Another week goes by
I'm half alive
I'm getting sick
I'm faking this
I'm over
one day
I don't really talk like I did before
I kill my hopes with no remorse
It's way too late, but I'll make one more song about you
It's 3AM,
One time for the people who’d stand by me
Two times for the people who’d swear by me
Every time I think about who’s there for me
I try to write
days straight
I was on my couch
In a couple years time I'm going to have like four house
God damn it again
Four houses
Today I bought a pint of Qualitest
blocked me
Poppin' trunk, droppin' top as I beat the bass
If you don't know what KRIT mean by now then bitch you super late
Po' another fo' up
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
the day was getting late
Now the wind was tugging at the maple trees but a steel man knows no fear
If somebody wanted to bridge the Pacific, well,
What do we have to show for it
But another summer wasted? (Wasted)
All we have are memories of our summer days
Wasting away
Before it's too late (Before
You lose a good thing then you want it back again
But it's too late to want what you reminisce
And it was hard to lose you
Four days I laid with
does this take
I pull up when I pull up this way
Man I'm tryna get work from morning
And it's like I'm being charged by the day
But I ain't got nothin'
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
and sends me checks
She's a humdinger
Folk singer
Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up
Cashus Clay
The Yay
Area smoke greenery malacious all day
Eh, eh blaze.
Back in the days, when I was raised
Niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's
don’t care who started what I’m here to finish
You don’t want to see me on my dark side
Late night conversations with my
Fucked two hoes in one day what
dicks, how we growed up in the ghetto
New Honda four-door filled with sticks, like we don't fold under pressure
Whole sixty days wore Dickie fits, until
get outta here
Can't be late on your first day"
Johnny packed his lunch then went on his way
He's just a youngin' tryna make it in this cold, cruel
days, but would you still stand by
me through that change
Yeah I feel insane cause I haven't cried in years, I can't lie but I'll be alright
Don't believe
nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'
The flame you cuffin'
a twist
M4A1 to genie dust
Ay Veda's beating us
I'm so devious
The way I strike my keys Rocket League
Cause I'm a genius
Counter strike Diablo with a halo
love and getting hate
All these days I wake up early, stay up late (I'm up late)
You can't see me, I'm out the way, I live in different states
I dig Modigliani (1)
Jolson doin' "Swanee (2) "
Several maharanee (3) are my intimates, too
I played with Montovani (4)
That's a lot of string to get
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