Lyrics:
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit
Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
I grow in it?
Throw a booth in the place, imagine how I'd flow in it
Outer space bars, Ozs to the face, y'all
Bowl by the hottub in case, y'all
Plush
properly i do it
I do it, done it
Run it like I grown legs by the hundreds
My pocket full of hundreds, I'm always hungry
Been hungry
I think a nigga need
another heart (to have and hold)
All I want is a friend I can talk to (soul to soul)
Oh soul to soul (soul to soul)
Like an album on a shelf
Tired
'Lost in Paradise' is the most
Intimate song on the album
I would say the story about
That one is, I wrote it by myself
For myself, just for a really
Won't walk the earth a specter
Won't hold my tongue from lashing out
This is my writ of honor
Drawn by the blood that I have shed
The beasts will
the power surge
Staying on it, like feathers on a bird
Hanging by a thread on my last nerve
Sick and tired of some of y'all
Disrespect gets me vexed
Keep cool
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes (fuck)
Why, are expectations so high?
Is it the bar I set?
My
how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is humming
Tell us to visit, we lying about coming
Now back to business, loading
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
Bumping Jeezy first album looking distracted
Speaking language only we know, you think is an accent
The windows roll down all I see is a hand pass it
track
You think my album's whack
But I got a bonus track
Feed him that comida
Pussy hotter than a heater
My cloaca is a keeper
So he save it in
this on the desk by noon
Am I insane or is it just another Monday?
I'd complain but I'm just trying to have fun, Dave
I miss when I was gonna be
the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back,
This is it, the day that we've all been waiting for
The day Metallic Malik actually decides to drop him album, bro took forever
Anywho, the voice you
of my heart is right on time.
Something I can't hide, this feeling deep inside,
It keeps me satisfied, come with me, come with me.
I'm comin' down with
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
(wow, I I 'm stunned)
It's not Bartholomew
(This is what you're closing
Your album off with
Just a list of names that you're not?
Marshal) it's not
of the pages
He goes by the name of Disco Dave
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
return
To an oh too familiar location to serve
Him and Dave locked eyes
This is where it gets scarier
Despite seeing his sons face
He never broke
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