Lyrics:
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say, "It's okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
to swim
I don't laugh but I chortle
When I pass by the gym
I don't take a tour
I don't take on a guide
My fields I rake with manure
I'm fertilizing
and GS'ses
On the court niggaz I leave like messages
Plagued by this ball player exorcist
It's sort of foul how the world be reffin us
Kenny is our
a day goes by shawty
Without you on my mind shawty
But I'm not carrying underwear
I wanna see whats under there
When you see the picture cut off
ako Scofield
John McClane, po tom skle behám bosý
Odchádzam do noci
A kým ty spíš, strážim ťa ako sentinel
Obrazy života si odkladám do mojich textov,
and diamonds
Golden tears
Then love has no when
Fighting again killing your friends
My message isn't one to send, but
All good things must come to an end
White sugar don't touch my lips
And my friends is always
Begging me to take them
On macrobiotic trips
Yes, they are
Oh, but at night I stake out my
here for me
Tucked in my Louis computer bag
Wherever you are I could be
I'll type you a message for the next send off
You shoot me a video and then I
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
It used to be when things weren't right
I do my share and join the fight
And would surely stand
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
Let me feel the air again, the talk of friends
The mind of someone my equal
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop)
Give me the morning
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
welcome with my friends and family
And if you wish, you can stay as long as you please
Just lend a helpin' hand up in our cabin by the sea
Well everyday
thirty-five percent
Hoes hope I lay so I look both ways
Cops say it's "Okay", my tint smoke gray
It's no way nigga leave without handing me my shit
Got
hand
To stop em' that a man to stand up even add a camera
They won't be James Holmes, and they won't be Adam Lanza
A John Malvo, I'll flow loud for my
after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
Just got the message you've been calling all week
Been out here hustling
Hi mom!
Hey, it’s great to be able to talk to you
Ah, I haven’t been able to talk to
You in really a long time and ah
My friend Jack has got this box
leavin' me messages
Every ten minutes and then you stop by
When I first met you, you were cool
But it was game you had me fooled
'Cause twenty minutes
and the messages that I send
I might never see your face again and that's alright by me
All my friends are coming over
Pushing my way through to talk to you, I think
investigatin', detective
Lucky for me, I deleted the message
All along, it was me and a bad bitch
But I told her it was me and my bredrin
By the end of this
an absentee
My friends are gonna wonder what became of me
I've been evicted from social media
I'm doin' homework with dad's encyclopedia
I like to like, I love
Was it destiny
I don't know yet
Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet?
Something in my consciousness told me you'd appear
Now I'm always
embarking on plans for destruction
Hell I'm not entertained by the simple life
And my mama's disgusted
It's the show
And the love on the faces of everyone
tomorrow, please
I should have known by the way that you stared
Eyeing passes by like your rich but life ain't fair
But ya
Make my record skip
Make
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