Lyrics:
Version 1 recorded by trevor gordon
Verse 1)
Well, I got a little girl and she shakes all over town
You know nothin' can beat her when she shakes
Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha!
What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my
to being around you
You make me whole, boy, did you know that I would die if i had to live without you?
Always there to wipe my tears, thick and thin,
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out
serious (I wanna be your man)
Yeah, mama, yeah, mama, I'm daddy, no, I'm not
You're a lot of fucking problems, you gon' prolly show true colors
By
Yeah yeah, what up my niggas
You know who it is?
It's your nigga, Styles
Holiday, the Ghost Pinero
I go by many names
I'm just happy to be
Disick: Hey, do you like Kanye West?
Cheban: yeah, he's okay, I guess
D: Well, the early work was a little
Too hip-hop for me in my taste, but when
The modern day version
With better features
Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner
Go ahead lean on that shit Blue
You own it
Oh what a feeling
Picasso
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit' you
One of Mini-Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't
away
You roped me by a warm embrace
Looking in your eyes, I see paradise
Versions of me are breaking free
I found you
You found me
You'll never let
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
your disease
Don't need your silly jive
Chorus:
I was an innocent by-stander
I was middle of the roadman for you
Then you took me for a ride, now baby
to them jerks, yeah that'll make 'em hurt
Huh? said a young boy in the mirror
A young version of me, so I started to tear up
He said "you need to cheer
fuckin' this industry hard
I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey
You thought I was fresh out the yard
Don't cry to me dummy, you
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
puff puff dib I need to live please pass that
as we zone shoot a jewel in baby girl dome
It's a crazy world let me drop you home let's go
by the way
Chorus 1 :
Show me a version of life that you want
Popping these bottles and rolling these blunts
Show me a version of life that you want
Show me
inhale
Been in custody before, but never in jail
Baby, I love you like America
Don't talk to me fly
But I promise you if you do, bitch
I'll black ya eye
Your body is made of thorns
I can tell by my scars
I should of listened to everyone
And this version of the truth
You're just a waste of time
God can do anything
I miss the old version of you
I miss the old version of you
It's the fourth of July and you snapped me
I'm Sitting around with my
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
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