Lyrics:
stuff
Gonna get drunk
Won't you listen right here
I want one bourbon,
One shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Now by this time
a Gemini
I can use the murder for therapy
I can make the news with it, break the internet
Have 'em all nervous and scared of me
Then get away sneaky
Prada hoes
College ho, Zone 3, niggas with a lot of gold
Snoop guard the door
I just love being by the stove
Heres some food for thought, a little
the microphone is in my clutch
I get props, I get stopped by the cops
That's how it is hops, when my tape's in a box
I've been through crews like a ho
And took em
listen
When I give him praise
Walking on the Jordan
Peter slipping
Lord come save my way
Momma said I gotta make it
Uniquely blessed by the lord Ima make
Flee before the wrath of Peter
My love, I can't abandon you here
Imprisoned by this mongrel
I won't get caught; I'll let you out
And then we'll flee
You better get it right
I produce what you like
Satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo
Whassup with this money?
and alone life's so wild
One day you're whole next thing you know you can't hold
Yourself up I'm so fucked I ain't none
Gotta get numb pop something to feel
at last
Cuz I'm a narcissist, motherfucking piece of shit
Got my decks on check
On the record, off the rip
Can't be see by most cuz I'm hiding in the mist
and they brought the Bacardi
I am fly like Peter Pan, that's what they don't understand
I get so high up in the sky, ain't never taught myself to land
And I
a flu flicker
My nigga still be stealin' cars, he love that stuff nigga
He done brought me a brand new car, I told him "Nigga get me a rental"
Like
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
goes around like a 40 ounce
Now, I'm-a take a sip, now its time to bounce
I wont get tipsy, I don't drink and talk
And, no, I'm not a hoddlum by
Vanilla sky sky
Vanilla sky
Like Peter Pan I wanna fly
Vanilla sky
Vanilla sky
Bust my chops I’m gonna get it like I’m suppose to
Run up on me like you
We ain't sleepin till the sun up
If we meetin up at midnight
Wasn't even 'posed to come back
But you know I got that get right
You can't tell me that
bout how some things can't be unsaid
Head on a swivel, end up with a bust neck
Didn't know I could end up in a dumb mess, I'm stressed
I didn't wanna get
to the shoeshine box, connect the dots
My description, black male, yellowed to mellow
I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow
With D-O, penal code, Deebo
bow tie
I'm a bad bad woman
But you already know
I'm hard to handle, baby
I need an animal
You can't understand it
I'm so stupid with it
Boy,
to my face
Really say it to my face
Really say it to my face
Some of y'all, I can't trust to get it straight
Social network actors like Justin Timberlake
already taken
I'm owned by the Most High, it's non-fiction
You may take away my life, food, and money
But the only thing you can't take away is my faith,
from it, I bell-rung him
Glu’, what you cook is not as dope
Email on my phone: seei
Just push the envelope
I risk it all - bitch, get off
Lose and I get
Just as soon as we get famous
These days, I praise and praise and praise
But you can't take a compliment
We're wildflowers in the rain again
And my
people out there better than me
I just do what I do, you know what I'm saying? Yeah aight
[Verse 1]
Uh, I can't feel a field nigga pain
Devious skill that
what's with you fox
Can't you take me to your box
I came here to see your meter
They call me Peter the meter reader"
By the time he found my meter it
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