Lyrics:
false poets get done
One by one, by one by one
You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get
the power
Give me someone I could trust, not just a hotty to bone
Does she love Escobar, or love Nasir Jones?
Let me know so I could cop her the stones
What's
that two hours ago
I'm drinkin' alone
I know every song on that jukebox
I know how to hang up the phone
And I know that if I call on George Jones
I
side
I'm someone that you used to know
Apologies to the east side
I'm sorry I ain't coming home
Right right right
You wishing I was by your side
Right
to be my LOC
Now, you're just some random nigga that I used to know
You switched up on me, I thought you'll ride when I was low
You changed on the team
There's a moonshine party right up the street
I think I'll swing by and take a peek
I see a blue-eyed blonde girl starin' at me
She walk right over
2X
[Roy Jones Jr.]
Yo
I used to go to this chick house, and go to that chick house (come on)
Call another chick over, kick the other chick out
I
to stay, but damn I know when to leave
Guess the cowboys ain't got nothin' on me
Guess the cowboys ain't got nothin' on me
I used to think about settling
fossils, silently run by the eastern asteroid, silently run by the road pavers, silently run by the used car salesman, silently run by the new car salesman,
to learn early that he'll be abused
Harassed and judged, beaten or used, swear yo, I wish it were a ruse
But this our reality, y'all don't have nothing
Combos come like Lomachenko
You're talking gang, you don't know the ends, though
I'm a big belly boy like Butter Bean
I've got gloves on my hands, that's
Used to be chillin now I'm getting hot
Running a fever I'm steaming like pots
Heard your new single it sound like a flop so I Got on my rocket
no reason to run for the phone
No need to hold my breath
Hopin' it's you
Each time I see someone we used to know
Or go some place we used to go
It's
the homies right now
And momma used to say
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day, it's gon' burn you out, out
One day, it's gon' burn you out
One day,
About livin' on the farm
Sittin' by the campfire with his guitar
Singing Haggard and George Jones
And I could see as time went by, because of him
I
Eyes
So I'll remember you
And all the things we used to do
Forty
Just look me in my eyes
So I'll remember you (You, you, you, you)
And all the things
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
know, he don't know nothin' else
I tried to show 'em, yeah
I tried to show 'em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young
used to be scared of death, it made me mad hurt
‘Til someone said to me, while I was at church
To understand death, you need to understand birth
A baby
hands
I used to be scared of death, it made me mad hurt
Till someone said to me, while I was at church
To understand death, you need to understand birth
a [D] years Re-[G] membering how things used to be I [D] can't hold back the [A] tears The [D] house is barely standing and the [G] barn has rotted [D]
know as well as I know
That you don't want to die
I give's ah fuck about your crew
What they want to do
Them niggas quick to cock they straps
We
I'm sending this to all my loved ones that's gone
I wish we could talk, it's just missed calls
I'm missing y'all, Lord know I'm goin through it
Shits
someone you don't recognize
Different figure, new design
I'm just somebody that you used to love
I'm just somebody that you used to know
Yeah, I
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