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Baby you just came over (I don't know what you want from me)
Do it by myself yeah (Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo)
I'm by myself, I'm by myself,
for words I found none, without a sound
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I'm out bugging, whyling, what I'm goin' do?
Call my
I used to be Mr. Free, Tall, Dark and Cool
I did a solo act
Made up my own rules
Then you came along
And Changed my point of view
Oh baby what
Glenn I demand allegiance
And a command a legion of some crooks and demons
Make you pray to Jesus when it's killing season
If you play with me boy we
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm pulling up
Outside your house
Guess I can't let you go (no)
Not
you
I'm no Patrick Swayze
Know the game like Skip Bayless I go play by play
Know somebody used to say it If there's a God then there's a way So I pray
I
would do onto you
And now they saying "Make America Great"
But what America hates kept America straight
And America safe, muthafuck that flag
My
Struggled out on heroin and meth
Glad your better now dawg I love you to death
Came to our lives would give you my last breath,
We all addicted to something
never be fire (ok)
I would like to see what you would do as a writer
Oh wait I forgot your someone no one admires
Ok I've been in a groove I've been
I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid to rest by the one you
Lucky I came in with my bitch, them hoes, I would've cracked 'em
Last nigga speak on my name (what?), a random person jacked 'em (yeah)
If I die, I'll
life)
Now run for your life (Run for your life)
Now run for your life (Run for your life)
Run baby run like House of 1000 Corpses
If I catch you then
studied the basics first
But they didn't and now
It's just basic words
Do you use your brain matter? (Matter)
Does your brain matter?
Do you use your brain
on famous
Imma show you how to do it, yall don't do it right
Comin down to the lane what im shootin like
Slow range slow range let me change back
Know you
Told Me That You Needed Me I Would Ride
Through Whatever I Will Stay Forever By Your Side
If It Came Down To You Or Me, I Would Die
That's The Type
to Sade, nigga
If you ain't with us, you in our way, nigga
You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga
Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga
Your
to Sade, nigga
If you ain't with us, you in our way, nigga
You an actor, you should be on Broadway, nigga
Cause you do shit the broad way, nigga
Your
listen to the sensei
Said that I knew Him since sixth grade
But I would just do what my sin say
But now that I'm living it
Why am I giving in
Sin come if
Your lead (your lead)
That's every time every instance (instance)
I came a long way, I ain't talking 'bout distance (oh no)
And I know that I need you
sell out
I was born in the ghetto, so the ghettos what I talk about
One wrong move in the game and your fucked
And if I think your going do me, I'm
My nigga you crazy if you think imma be played again
Like a sega genesis after Double S came out never to be played again bet I won't stay again
My
popular
But ima do what I was born to do
With Jesus, I can never lose
Ohhh
You're never gonna get it
I'm never gonna sell my soul
Ohhh
The crazy things
And to the authority of the junior high school faculty
Your absentee father came to town
You showed me the bruises on your scalp from where he dragged you round
By your
jesus i thirst for you living water and you let me drink it
Sit by the streams of your love as you refresh me
When im off the course you came correctly
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