Lyrics:
be craving me out there
You'll put on that shirt
I said looked good on you
And take you by surprise
Still smells like my perfume
Thought you were
light, green light, that type of shit don't get by
And if you push us any further
We gon further fuck your vibe up
This that siren, woop-woop
That gon cuff
you out of my mind
Something's wrong with me
Try to make it easy and find a way to lose
You by all the things I say
Want you to go away
When I
you let me out of here I'll be a good boy (I promise)
I know they're looking at the kid like he be crazy
Just don't bring up the Obama's
And you won't
bigger and stronger, I guess
I don’t wanna have a good mood, cause I’m very scared to get used to it
I don’t wanna perceive nice things as a habit
Don’t
Dance Now
Brothers
Come on lady
show me baby things I have to know,
don't you know I will blow if you let me go,
are you ready?
if you're ready
show
don’t show me as a fool
As I still believe in everything that you do
May my music stay true
I’ve gone insane
Please take me out and try keep me in sane
take it
Leave it
I don't shot dark
Racist
Fuck most man I'm done with the fake shit
Take this
Got that thing I'm an alien
Wanna be gone but me I can't
boy, but I don’t play, don’t get me annoyed
Tryna live each day, but there’s some things I can’t really avoid
Hell yeah man, I got this bitch, but
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
that it's no such thing as good parents
Whichever route you choose you'll see it's a lose lose
By the time they choose crews you wishing you choose
time is going to be different.
Here! Try to take Wendy with you!
I'm sure you'll lose again!
Let my friends go
before you get in any more trouble!
How
can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im major league call me Willie Mays
Real shit
had bitches coming in abundance
They don't see why I do me
Nine times out of ten
Lil bitch I'm to into the money
Come try taking from me
Can't get it
November, this ain't Thanksgivin
You aint Michael Bivins
Mack it up flip it, rub it down
Do me baby, I ain't down
My name ain't Tupac I don't "Get Around"
November, this ain't Thanksgivin
You aint Michael Bivins
Mack it up flip it, rub it down
Do me baby, I ain't down
My name ain't Tupac I don't "Get Around"
on abusing, you'll be robbed from us
I refuse to lose another friend to drugs
Just come home, don't let go
Yeah
Don't let go I'm tryna let you know that I'll
And honestly sometimes, I wanna tell people
“Don’t tell me I’m a good father when you don’t know anything about me”
Fun loving daddy and son pictures
worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout you
I worry 'bout something
(For shit) not we can't lose
And ya'll know me
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see
past to blame
And that you'll never be the same
Either way, she gone stay
Because it
Feels good
But it ends bad
Good guys always finish last
So you try
I don't want to let another minute get by
They're slipping through our fingers but we're ready to fly
The night'll be our cover and we'll huddle
It's election day people
(YAOWA)
I voted for Bill Thompson
Right now I don't like the way the state of New York is
Fans voted me in so I'm the new
don't know who really
Loves me since they barely say it
They don't know what I go through
I've been going through a lot of things
They don't know what I
I don't want to let another minute get by
They're slipping through our fingers, but we're ready to fly
The night'll be our cover and we'll huddle
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