Lyrics:
And people tellin on you that you never saw
Like your next door neighbor that live on your floor
The game over, man everybody wanna snatch
Fat Cat and Alpo
Women seek you
Block em out I'm in I'm on
My grind my mom Is broke I'm lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
I'm smokin hard Punched holes in walls
I
Racist fathers Women seek you
Block em out Im in im on
My grind my mom Is broke im lost
My girl my pride both fuckin flawed
Im smokin hard Punched holes in
you rap, I'm a lifeguard
We gon stop this war, we gon pull up to his door
Now we're gonna mess around and make an album cause were bored
Chanel
& baby ride out
Seen it all before
Tension
You can leave it at the door
Plane ride
We leaving at 4
LAX, STAPLES, seats on the floor
Got that A.D.,
Sliding doors and missed it
Wound up on the platform standing
Next to the prettiest girl on the planet
Timing is everything
Thank God I missed my
somebody else makes you smile
The next day I was full of woe
Don't leave me girl
Stay with me
Be with me here by my side
I beg you not to go
Chorus
Seven
what'chu mean ocean man by ween head ass tf up bitch, hah
Next time you shouldn't fuck with me like that
admit it
So after knowing you a month I
Put you next to none
Made you one of three girls
That ever met my mum
And it wasn't really surprising
She didn't
a few ounce by the biscuit's
Young niggas gettin' street money
Till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back
She talks Cockney they see the kid
the yard smokin' food on sofas
Corn just jammed, sell it on, next owner
Tell her bring it to the owner
Two star hotel girls still showed up
Hand off glide,
Dear diary
Why am I not cool ya know?
Why don't I have all the cool friends
And all the hot girls
It's so fucked
Fuck my life
Let's go
I wish
That I
every burden in my verse, I'll
Be the best, ain't no need to rest
Feel my beatin' chest needs to be up next
I need to get through the turnstile
The road
Sweat dripping from your pores
Next thing you know we be on the floor
Feeling your heartbeat with mine
Think it's time to blow your mind
Could it be
hands together
Put your hands together for D-Roc and Kaine and DJ Smurf
Next time a red neck put a pistol down
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard
an AK
The new cat is found dead
Plus when he killed the girl
He put the gun to his own head
Ya never hear it on the 6:00 news
When my niggas get
Pack us up who's next anyway?
Hahaha probably gonna hate me now, fuck 'em
I'm lost in the safari with writer's block
I light the pot, still got
[Big Oak]
Straight out the box it be Oak and don't expect me to choke
When I'm backed by a beat that straight rocks
I ain't no joke and I suggest you
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is the grocery store
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance
The number on the gate, the number on the door
And the next house over is the grocery store
Stay all night, stay a little longer
Dance all night, dance
It's funny how the time flies
Four years just flew by
Listening to my old songs
And i be like who's that guy?
It was just like yesterday
When i
it and they agree with me
Because all you care about is yourself and that girl who's probably just using you by the way
So when are you gonna stop
hopless
but to you i'm worthless
my locker is right next to yours
i have a picture of you on my door
why wont you say hi
when you walk by
is caz i'm not
I've been poor
Spent it on whores
Got married and divorced
To the girl that's next door
Stolen fast cars, dated pop stars
Been around the world
Slept
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