Lyrics:
tellin where a nigga gonna be
I hope i don't violate my probation, probation
Everybody got they cups filled up
In the club gettin buck
My P.O. know whats
kept us off our feet.
'Cause she extracts the pain right from me.
I had hoped in days we'd heal.
Days when all that's empty's filled.
As we lay in
Everybody knows this is Pimp Ro' (oh no, oh no)
Lil S-I-C-K-O (oh no, no, no, no, no)
Free G, free Bun B (oh no, oh no)
Filled in, I'ma keep stacking money
Playing pretend with imaginary friends
A savior left unanswered prayers
Filled our heads with an afterlife heroin
Ruled our beds with advice from
I call my own
It’s my notebook in hand, filled with lies and adventures I’ve had
And I’ll never let go
Everyone’s got their problems but I stay
walk on that stage
A crazy white boy, tatted, straight filled up with rage
Shit, you wanna go and test me, set this fire a blaze
it's wire delays,
to check the governments homes
And tourist spots, hotels filled formerly owned
Furniture stolen from homes of
Those who had chosen
Freedom, comfort zone
choke
The past three year days filled with tears reminiscing on the heart you broke
Forget the past just stay on task you tell yourself now you're feeling
strength
Take this fear and take my shame
My soul is filled with suffering
Let me overflow with peace
Am I brave enough to trust you?
I wanna fall, fall
waitin' now I'm takin' what's mine
Yeah
Why do I feel like I'm the only one who get me
Why do I feel like everybody filled with envy
Or they just hang
tears
I was filled with fear
How he wanted to cut off my legs
But I'd Rather be dead
I've been broke they think I'm rich
Yea that's what I said, rather be
racing through the lot
Im filled up with the gas so a nigga never gon stop
Til my pockets full like jobs
Then nigga gon be alright
Don't be playing with
Mourning of another week
The bathroom floor was wet
He clothed himself in wrinkled stains and drew a smoke filled breath
Across the sunrise she arose
Jenny took me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
Mush-a ring dumb-a do dumb-a da
Wack
as the milk filled the tins
And get up once more the next day, to do it all again"
And when I was a young boy I wanted to be him
Now that I've grown older I
can't cash
Yeah I get in trouble
When I
When I start shootin' doubles
Through the smoke-filled room
I see my ex-girlfriend
And in the back of my mind
I
to Make-Believe
As my story goes, well, so the story goes...
You know there's beauty to behold
So we wrote and wrote and wrote!
The pages filled as we grew old
Her hair black as spades
Her eyes the darkest shade
Her dressed stained with red
Her victims filled with dread
Eight legs in a puddle of blood
Eight
my smile
We said good bye
We took our different roads to our new life
Tears filled up my eyes
But it's God's plan
We'd be walking hand in hand somehow
tearing through your head
Your life has been distilled, my head is filled, with visions of the dead
One day I'll climb that hill, but not until, the world
right
Sort of like a phat ass
Yo I be such a spazz
And then she came over to me
And she filled my fucking glass like
One Shot, Two Shot, Three Shot, Four
the house, Jemima cooking and feeding
Black man caught dead
Red hand plant by the 'feds
One time call it a deuce
The quota filled, that's his head
I'd
Grey clouds and stormy weather
Are raining on my parade
And now my eyes are filled with danger
Oh the bed we've made
I'm not afraid of what's
I pulled up so we can get booed up
You feel on me so I can get filled up
With your love
Your lips my thighs
My low your highs
Your hands may glide
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