Lyrics:
of muscle and bone
Melted skin for the exhibit
Guts dissolved to black bile
Hues dance among swirled crimson
Here atop the lonely pinnacle of art
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
I was just a boy
She wasn't just any girl
She had intention of a woman on a mission
To change a young mans world
She took me by the hand
Said, "take
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
late at night! Uhh!
Verse 1
Jumped in my ride, headed for the set
You know the 'ave, where all the girls sweat
Hit the switch, turn my CD on
Toni
Good Morning, boys and girls
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
The topic for today is
What you would like to be when you grow
the key
Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
was lonely
I be alone, I don't hang with homies
Cant trust niggas, cant trust bitches
Don't hit my phone these niggas phony
Playing games like Sony
It
It was dark and I was driving down a lonely Texas road
The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes
I was thinking bout the wild times
forget the pumps"
She lost her backstage pass and her room key,
Then got stopped by hotel security
And I spent the whole night lonely
And it was
very left out
Boy, imagine how the heel feel seal a deal
Santorini Black metallic with the alloy wheel
Supercharged by the time he
Get the rhyme wrote
droppin?
the place is packed many faces
of some I know and some know me from buyin cases
cash stack shorty peepin
Is she Puerto Rican or half black
Everything's heavy underground
We'll be decked in all black
Slamming the pit fantastic
Officer Friendly's little boy's got a Mohawk
And he knows just where
deficit
How def is it?
Even when I'm filthy I'm not the feel guilty type
When the Cal see em
Bet you black is turning milky white
This ain't a title fight
I
Same with Chuck's orange suit
And his sunburst fender
Howling wolves aren't out in front
Sitting by the bus in black
And the eerie muddy waters
Making
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
The jack boys talk a lot of noise but on the real'a
Got some killers posted up, every door fingers on trigger
Heroin is so intense, the syrup going by
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
me open
Baby, I just wanna make you mine
By the end of the night, end of the night
By the end of the night
It's inevitable and incredible, listen,
the old boy
They claimin' they sell but I'm still the old boss
Sometimes wings get clipped, we all hit the floor
But today though, its Black Thought,
shit is looking weird to me
And I'm riding on that lonely road you was right girl I been wrong before
And imma always be that lonely soul
Cause I'm
he can bleed in
Nina, we just wanna be black and legendary
Be us and be proud by any means necessary
Nina got me feeling like I never have to walk
the whips and switch the cribs up
Get my dick sucked by mermaids
Black shades, Hermès
The whole last winter I went through a fur phase
Yeah, that summer
Good Morning, boys and girls
I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckworth
The topic for today is
What you would like to be when you grow
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