Lyrics:
I've been working all week, just been trying to make a dollar
If you want to meet up me right Down by the holler
Got a twelve pack of beer sitting
the same God that stands by you
If you need a friend He'll guide you
He'll be a friend to you
just think that you're a dime
Well don't just sit there girl
Well I know that heart that's in your chest
It carries pain and so must stress
But you
just think that you're a dime
Well don't just sit there girl
Well I know that heart that's in your chest
It carries pain and so must stress
But you
Eh Seyi Shay eh
Pheelz Mr producer
Olamide
Oya pack and go
Carry your Ghana must go oh
I thought you're my hommie
But it's a pity that you don't
Seyi Shay eh
Pheelz Mr producer
Olamide
Oya pack and go
Carry your Ghana must go oh
I thought you're my hommie
But it's a pity that you don't even
what you reap or wake up, shakin' up a storm like Anita Baker
I'll take you straight to Hell and fill your heart with hate
Incarcerate your fate in
the coke in the room
Big facts
Moved in for the pig skins by the ten pack
Passed out on that floosie too with no percocets, you still went back
No pillow
southern comfort, carry on
Catching catfish on the river
Chasing fireflies by the creek
Kissing Gary William's sister
On the porch Home Coming week
Ayy
Big ayk
Every week i get litty
Beke le beke iviki ne viki (Ok)
That shit only for the og's
If you a rookie this shit can get tricky
All of ya'll
stacks of boxes
So we split up and met back at the apartment
Hell yeah, yo ain't you hungry my nigga?
Hell yeah, you wanna get paid my nigga?
Hell
He'll never let you down
He's honest and faithful right up to the end
That wonderful one-two-three-four legged friend
Who carries your burden, who
new things
And now It got me switching the tune
I carry you
Like a book of rhymes
In my heart
When I'm outside
Make it back by bedtime
Hear the ring
[Chorus 1:]
My faith will carry me, yes it will
Right to my destiny, I know it will
I am sure and there's no doubt in my mind
He'll do it, He'll do
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
on the roof
My DAW's beat the booth
My cross carry truth
My boss bury mute
I starve stretch and prove
My cause nothin' new
These hills got a hell of a view
Man
just to lead you on
Onto your next adventure
Carry on, Don't Be Long
You had 4 days, I had 3 hours
But from 12 to 9, I was by your side
Mmm
Ooo but I'd
you?
A lot of time went by
Three years and a half cause yeah I'm counting the days now
I guess money can't buy happiness or time
But I never thought
Wanna make a scary movie?
Rappers comin' in with they team and carry toolies
You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin',
ain't mine, but do I love you, yes, me
Baby, I'll be home by next week
If I give you my heart, don't fail me (don't fail me)
And if you go fuck off,
Ugh, what up y'all?
Yeah (Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?)
Y'all ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that First
Pull up to yo spot like
Broad daylight
All action
Got one on my waist
One in my hand bitch I’m blasting
See you in a week
Tell yo momma close the casket
buzzing by word of that mouth, then they wanna hang around like apostrophes
But I don't tell these Ni**as sh*t, cuz they always gotta lot to say
If you skim
sauce
Nyem the ego by force
Married I no fit divorce
Enter my jonze you go loss
Count all my blessings na God
I give all thanks to the Lord
Scent on my
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