Lyrics:
with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout
Haters don't know shit
along.
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrong.
If I could forget myself,
Find another lie to tell.
If I had a soul to sell,
I'd buy some
fucking birthday
And you could, God forbid, even see my show
And I know in your soul it must drive you crazy
That you won't get to play with your little
skin
Cabin fever is a-setting in
You're stir crazy! You're stuck in a rut!
Or you could use a little pick-me-up
I can give you what it is you crave
a little dream called Shangri-La
Who never ever learned to use a hammer or a plane
But she could be a super shopper
Hubby drives a white Sierra
Flashing
Reputation decorated with stripes
No need crying at the end of my life
Just remember me right
When your back was against the wall remember where could you
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
Hey
Hey, what's up?
Miss you
Yeah, listen
Baby, I know we said it's best we don't talk no more
But I got to get it off my chest, 'bout all
the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing
like a king do
If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess
do it my way
Hush baby, don't talk so much
Just wanna feel ya touch
Everything will be OK
If you do it my way (my way, my way)
Hush baby
You
Ch'yeah
RedOne, Konvict
Gaga, oh, eh (ch'yeah)
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh-oh)
All of the people start to rush (start
I'm lucky, 'cause I am like East Berlin
I had this wall and what I knew of the free world
Was that I could see their fireworks
And I could hear their
decoration
I wonder what I'd hear if rooms could talk
And I wonder why I'm thinking that at all
I'm going crazy
And this toilet's rusted
Food came but I
is cryin'
You know if I can sing pop tunes like
Frank Sinatra or Sammy Davis Jr.
I don't think I still could do it
Cause Lucille don't wanna play
But I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o'clock
and again
Uh, Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
Uh, Uh fatty is the key to end all your walls
straight
Dogg Pound Gangstas nigga
Yeah we heavyweights
You got beef, we could set a date
Nigga don't hesitate
Fuckin' with you featherweights
Yeah if you
[Repeat x4]
Shoo do do op
Shoo do do do do do
Can I have a talk with you
Let me walk you home from school
I got something that's on my
really need you, so
Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about tonight, baby
Let's talk about all the good things that could happen if you leave with me
We could mention, some dissension, when a dahlia paid attention
To a dew-eyed, blue-eyed gentian, who just sat by the garden wall.
Ah... poor
he'd mimic my walk and he'd mimic my talk
Like my shadow he just tagged me around
Even had to be checked every time I was checked by the navy doc over
This is how I'm feeling right now
I mean I'm i'm blessed
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around
With baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm
to blame
If only he could open up, love a little more
You're looking at a picture, I'm looking at it too
Do you see what I see today, hey
Let's talk
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