Lyrics:
halfway, I'm just a call away
You can use me for your band-aid, I put your scars away
And you know I come with some pressure, you gotta be certain
Too
(Verse 1)]
Boy, you got that crazy magic formula
And I can't shake it babe
Just wanna drink it babe
And I stay hungry for your love
You keep me
trying to understand
And just be like
California
Where all your fears wash away with the tide
You may think you're on the wrong train
And you wonder is it
Yea
For the record
Hear the squeak when I'm stepping
TR what I'm repping
It's me
And we don't come in 2nd
So special our effort
It's leagues
Everyone in Nacadoches knew Tom Ame's would come to some bad end
Well the sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens and such
By the time that he
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
in the forest
And singing to the sun
Got some guns
More than two
2nd Amendment
Incase the 1st
Don’t come through
I ain’t new to
This country
to you to choose
The bottom line is win or lose
Suckers suckers suckers don`t be listening
So I can`t be waitin` on `em
I ain`t got no time to play, do
mama tripping on meh
I swear the oops a neva
Eva catch me slipping homie
I'm on my 2nd strike
Ion need convictions on me
I rather be caught with
just stepped aside
They be down by the water
While you watch 'em waving goodbye
They be calling in the morning, they be hanging on the phone
They
So if I fall, could the choir catch me?
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's
water that can wash away our sins
Good times with some damn good friends
Whole lot of not too much to do
All the time in the world to do it
Every bit
our troubles away,
& the rain will wash our troubles
Clean away...
CH.>
(4.08)
Lead guitar by Heggarty /Feed-back by O'Keeffe
‘Ha!
[Verse 1:]
(Hello) Hello
How Are You (Oh)
I Just Got To Say I Hold You
You Know I Had Some Things To Do
Go Lean Up In Me
You Know
I Guess I Was Kind
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
the wind
Like a scattered storm
Grey matter splattered in front
Of the corner store
Saw that when I was fourteen
Walking around the 2nd Ward
Send him
fucked, scatter stones, get out my cool-Aid
I'm blasting away from all you haters
Hit me up on my two-way
[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Besides some bullshit
that TEC, mane (TEC, mane)
If you ain't got a gun and you can't fuckin' run
My advice is you hit the deck, mane (deck, mane)
But if you get away
really give a damn
Some things you can't control
Time after time, you keep walkin' by me
But this time, I can't let you go
And don't even make
if someone accidenly dropped some cheese in the dirt,
Then he would wash it up for you,
Wipe it up for you,
Clean that dirty cheese up just for
Can't you see, it's meant to be
So come to me, then come for me
My game cold, one degree
I'm rollin' with two bad bitches cuz misery loves company
One
And you just like me
(You know I was wrong Shawty)
She don't know how to act
On the floor back in the back
(But that take away from the fact)
Man I can't
get how you could take a pill
To take away the way I feel
I'm not crying
I just got a little dirt in my eye
How come some days everything tastes sweeter
my call log (Ms)
We was riding high cars like 11, 12 (11, 12 )
High speed chase crash, 2nd time in jail (2nd time in jail)
4th of July in the hood I
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