Lyrics:
started this band, didn't have no plans, didn't see no arc
Just run with the craft, have a couple laughs
Make a buck and dash, yeah
Get a little dap like
talk with our bodies
'Bout to line you in chalk at your body
I'ma do things you never thought to your body
Keep it low and don't talk to nobody
You
thing
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be
grind non-stop and I still ain't gonna relax after
Link up with the bruddas, we talk bands, make plans, smoke good marijuana
True I had a couple setbacks
burring the match
Lighting up the gat
Making shit mix and match with a batch by getting my brick house semi detached
Much like Michael in contrast, I'm
Poison Tomson, Raised By a Bastard and a son of Bitch
Poison Tomson
Please Let Us go
Oh, he can, oh he can do no wrong
He is the new Jesus
He's the new
[Jermaine Dupri]
Throw me the ball and watch me what I do with it
We got Bow Wow in the house
My man Lil' Zane,huh, Lil' Wayne
Sammie sang to me
Sin in my heart i'm bout to go crazy
Childlike faith Callin me a baby
Jesus gave it all just to save me
Runnin from my god on the daily
Look at my
surrounded by dripping candles
I'll poke my fingers through your
Eyes like scissor handles
The robots talk to me in uteral, like
(Mac your our planet's secret
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
Dre just let it run
Ayo, turn the beat up a little bit
Ayo, this song is for anyone
Fuck it, just shut up and listen, ayo
I sit back with this
pay
What id do for another day
To have my little brother back there's not a price that I wouldn't pay
Me daughter sleeps with his picture by her side
Stuart Little
Every day, I get better and better
High fashion, that's all that I wear
Flip the pack, I just made a sale
This ain't no fable, no this ain't
as mother & fog
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Sea! Osh!
Where's yr little Neppytune
tonight?
These gentle tree pulp pages
which've nothing to do
with yr crash roar,
time you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl, I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get
you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get with
no experience
With just nothingness but I don't think its like you're just trapped in like a blackness forever
I think everything just stops and then
Man i'm tired of hearing you talk
It's like every time we meet, all you wanna do is preach Jesus
I don't need this
I don't need you telling me how
don't wanna talk
But I think it's finally time that we start
Better days, I pray that better days may someday come
Not just for you, not just for me, I
the scene
Wanna see my nigga jay im tired looking at this screen
Shit im just thugging with my brothers till my days gone
And pray to god a little success not
gon rats
Just rat, and catch your little body all rats
Matter'fact, I don't hang out with
No lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi
the sh-, bi-
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, sh-
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this time, you better go
to think you was the shit, bitch
To think it was you at one time I worshiped, shit
Think you can hurt people and just keep getting away with it?
Not this
a prayer and left the stress with Jesus
So you best believe I think it works well
Family matters kept the family gathered
Through the hardships and all
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