Lyrics:
growing up, you show me
Straight to your head
You keep me from shutting down, believe me
I'll never leave you, it doesn't matter what you do
'Cause I can go
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Huh, I just ran the bag up, and you bad luck
And I don't do the snakes, so I gotta keep the grass cut
Gang
Believe that
It's gon be alright (be right)
Get away, from it all he wanted to do
Suicide is easy, he got nothin to prove
Stuck in the pool,
the darkness
I can't escape the ghost of you
I'm prepared to lose it all
But my life, that's so hard to do
Oooh, you just belong here
And I need you so bad
I
get thirty-three to your back
Cops won't never catch me, bitch, I run a three-four flat
Get the thirties by the pound, nigga, come and hit my jack
Pussy, you sweet like bear meat (bear meat)
There's no one else that can do (huh)
Thugs act up when P's songs is bumping
They get all hype and want
Final message, I would like to mention
I was stressin, don't do good with second
Need to grab pack my items, exit outside
Life is for the takin,
a jerk
How do you think I feel
When I see the bellboys smirk?
And I can hear the ukuleles playing
Down by the sea
She's gone with the hula hula boys
She
Can't tell the time on the watch my shit Buss down
Fuck yo live nigga
Gotta eat with the fam share ya pie nigga
I was raised in the jungle do or die nigga
I'm not in your range
Im blood thirsty got me some fangs
They be switching
They changing them lanes
Smoking reggie, you can tell by the smell
And that
Alaska and di skunk, I smoke dem deh by di trees
Hand me di weed because New York a freeze
All police smell mi weed and a swarm me like bees
Dem nah get
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
home, you're tired of incident
Kicked in the head by a nasty accident
One with only half opposable thumbs
Give me mine is what we're told
When all
In a material world
I can do bad by myself
So why would I need you
Why would I still want you
What would love do for me
Love won't do
Love won't do
by the light.
You say it's do or die, I scream,
Come on hit me more
There's a choice to be made,
Come on, what you waiting for?
Is that all you
Guthrie was consumed by fire
His momma took ill and fanned the flames
A man set out to do his own thing
The ornery profane poet straight-talker
Woody
the alarm when a nigga fall through
Like Berlin Wall, I'm Michael Jack, off the wall
Stepped in the spot, to the window to the wall
If I tell her what my name
pad and my pen
But if I can boost you up and help you get out
Then that's all I need, yeah that's what I'm about
I'mma just stay here taunted by my
ten list…
Jy, jy, jy, jy, jy, jy, jy
Is mos 2020 now nuh, yoh
I wanna own 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35
Ygen
I don’t need to own 2020
Cataclysm all around
Distorted by the sound
Reap my dopamine
Then sell it back to me
Entertain me to distract
Satiate me I'll come back
Can't look
wondering
Can't take down me
Said 'cha feelin' uptight
Down in spite
Just know that things
Gonna be alright
Cause I trust the feel good sanities and
All
A feeble light comes through the door
A feeble light can take me back to life
Spring is by my side, for now.
Spring is by my side,
and I might escape this
haze
The Northern Lights get ya ass in a daze
Purple hydro, Indonesian skunks, you can tell by the funk
All we need is Fonzo' leaf or a blunt
Easy
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