Lyrics:
How you gonna be my friend, but you touching my man
At the 10th street sauna with his dick in your hand
Whether open or not, it's a line well crossed
your ass too well)
Fuck my ex (fuck my ex)
Lyin'
Lyin' to my face
Thought you would've shown a little grace
How can I expect someone who never had
Face to face eye to eye
With the inner truth
So I spill my soul and swim in the booth
Yeh, I'm like a man with his thoughts on a
Lonely road. I stand
the center
Controlled by what will enter you is fear status
It will dominate the poor and the well established
I'm possessed by a God whose loving and still
On my clothes nah
Stay loaded might as well
Call me a rasta
Go get on my level
We at a different pace
I love everybody
Man fuck the race
Lived so
meat, drink skeet like protein
Trigga Maxo C, Mexican OT
Zaza pounds of the loud get 'em OT
Drank by the case, took a pint to the face
Like P. Diddy,
is John Doe and I'm wanted for murder
I didn't mean to do it but my temperatures blew it
Remember it well, seems like the other day
Now I gotta stay
At a loss, aimless, six feet
Deep, suffocatin', can't face it
Can't change it, ain't make it
Master plans by the maker, I see no savior
Warpin' reflection
If what we sayin' is true
Then it changes everything
A Catholic man holds his rosary
Islam holds the Qur'an
While dudes on the streets tryna
Hold
bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are
If all mistakes were made in stone
I'd build a wall so tall you'd see for miles
And every man and child would come to see
Stand and laugh at me
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead, but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me, but they don't understand
And I got
Well, I know my days are numbered
And I know I'm livin' fast
I've got a mellow man who loves me
And mellow whiskey in my glass
So I'll just stick
And now, the end is near
Lord, you know, I got to face the final curtain
My friends, I'll say it clear
Let me state my case, of which I'm certain
all facts
Custom made sweaters by Chanel
Self centered patches did the lettering as well
Staring at this mirror I can't help but see myself
I got
finger
Didnt stop there 'cause his dad aint raise no quitters
Poppa taught him well
But nah poppa aint preach
He led by example ample times heard mommas
Well, it's just us two since I made her mine
And like mans best friend, she's right there by my side
And the liquor store knows us by name
They enquire
side by side
We'll show the world what's right
EDNA
Looks like i'm touchin' up my roots tonight!
MOTORMOUTH & ENSEMBLE
Then we'll be
Big, blonde
And their minds are controlled by the media you know this
While the masses are sleeping
Well this feeling I have is dawning on me
Feelings and blessings got
rumb
Not dumb
Like Trump
Grab em' by the pussy
Man I'm shooting like an uzi
White load in your face
420 we blaze
Purple Haze
Get on my level
Mate
on the floor
You put your head in the snow again
Well I’m gonna leave you there but I
Don’t wanna see you anymore
You thought you met the man of your dreams
Cos
There was some look in your eye man what's going on
And by the time you figure it out
I'll be throwing love songs from across the room
And the time I
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