Lyrics:
and I know that they light
Smoke me some pack and I'm high and i'm geeked
She think I'm a dog, well I need me a treat Say you ain't do it, I got
Shit all we do online is diss and talk bad, and we bash
Total strangers
Hope's endangered
Glad to see my homie's made it back from Iraq
But his limbs
songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
I can't help it, I look like Merle Haggard
And I sound a lot like David Allen Coe
But
songs about Texas
And I still do all the sad ones that I know
I can't help it, I look like Merle Haggard
And I sound a lot like David Allen Coe
But
the dick, damn near peed in the bed
Bitch keep beggin' for it, we Felicia and Craig (Felicia and Craig)
Hit his bitch now I got permanent seats in his head
All they do is collect evidence
Anyways
I'm gonna get it by any means
I got it
Enemy
Old friend of me
They fold and I watched it
For blues in my jeans
the car
Album's fire, David's soft
Maybe 'cause I'm acting off
""No, I'm fine. Stay away,
I don't wanna hurt today""
Feelings swing from back and forth
But
the artists do on their albums[01:18.46]You know, they—they have this outro to provide a little insight[01:24.65]A little background on how the album came
I might be investing,
She sad she can't stay- for 7 Days- on a Craig David,
I can't wait- hope we're still on the same page,
I'm dating to date- not
you gon' do now?
Just rewind it and play back from the top
Just like that
It's the debut album, baby
The Parcels, yeah
The Parcels, yeah
It's
another one
It's been a year since I dropped it, Craig's Way got me started
I only got better I proved what I'd promised
This just the beginning, Not Gang
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
what I might even do with it
That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it
Aww man, I'm more concerned why
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
obscene
who am I to write it clean
Trying to provide for my team
And I do by any means
Gotta rock this criteria
Got a dog from Siberia
Don't talk no
did
Told them he cut his eye, in sparring
Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks
David Berkowitz
Einstein birthed a hit, now nurture it
M.G.M. front row seat
the Red Monkey Jeans? My shirt was made by Gino Green (Nice shirt)
My jewels was made by David Bling (David) They call me the underground king
Chain bling
2
Never let them tell you what you
Can or you can't do
They don't know where you stand
'cause they aren't you
Love yourself to the core
Even when it's
ice
Cause how I rock the mic make hoes think I'm nice
She wanna do it twice I is and ain't ya type
The Sun coming up I'm too lazy to sleep
Catch me
There's a '19 Silverado with a dash cam
Up on Craig's List if you need it, 'cause I don't
There's a 55 inch Samsung by my trash can
You can come by
feeling, I know it oh so well
You're reeled in by the millions
And rented cars to
Avoid the day that they throw more shells
I'm in the back observing,
letting it sang
Long live tan I'm not insane
Ay
Hop in the coupe
Hop in the coupe
Coupe
Coupe
2 doors 4L
You know how we move
Me and craig like wassup
What
turn it up, that's really how you work the V
Your stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from me
We do this shit perfectly, we're enough
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