Lyrics:
Niggas ought to know by now, how I'm coming
Better hit the flo, cause the round pack a hunnit
I want paradise in this life, Milk and Honey
I want paradise
Then we'll have
Dinner and we can sit and watch the
Tele. By the way dear, how'd you get
On at the office.
You Make It All Worthwhile
I mustn't
Crime Scene
To The Memory of Doctor Arthur Barrett
Music by Adriana Rubio, Alexander Ditzend
Lyrics by Alexander Ditzend
Blood stream finding its
acceptance
Now as a man, I can vent this, fuck that, end this
Do what you love in this life, don't let hate in your life
No, don't work for a job 'til you
I don't want to get up early in the morning,
I want to sleep all day.
I don't want to ride a crowded subway,
I want to go by car
You don't need
on the curtains,
What can I say it got me highly motivated
Mama two job working, banana companies emerg
Need a two week notice
Before they say don't need your
Get me out of my head, I don't wanna think about a dead end
I'm so scared of all your feelings Fading away with every day
Little by little, you're
Yo
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
I see ya (I see ya)
Yeah
It's B-O-B-Oh
No I don't need no lingo
Cause I
Finals blew, I barely knew
My graduation speech
And with college out of reach
If I can't find a job it's down to dad
And Myrtle Beach
So, I
to take me campin' in a tent down by the creek
If I'm a little short then how much more does daddy need
To spend some time with me
Mama how much time
like fool, who put you upon, huh?
E-40, Mac Dre is who I grew up on
I been selling game got you if you need a coupon
You can check my resume, see
I was afraid to get out of the car
So I just sat there, I just sat there
How was I gonna tell them
That I'd lost my job
I gotta go in there
I
and shit
But the language is speak is that money language
Flip mode bitch
Brinx I like how we do the Brinx truck job on these niggas homey
Time after
is really how it goes
Mouth my words, don't say shit
Shh, shut up, bitch, and ride this dick
I'm just playin', let's have a ball
All we need is
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
and fightA D Ggood buddy that's what I want to hear.And you tell me that your job was taken awayby a big ol' greasy machine.And you tell me that you don't
Shit, used to have a job outside of Citgo
Shit, by the time you get it I'll be peww nigga
Yeah I been a player since the womb nigga
OG Kush is my
situation
Only doing things out of frustration
Tryna make it work, but man, these times are hard
She needs me now, but I can't seem to find the time
I got
bumpin' my own shit
Headed to the crib right by the ocean
Yeah, I did it, I did it, I do it all by myself, yeah
I get it, I get it, don't need nobody
Aimlessly I walk the streets alone
My eyes are tearful to the world around
They have forgotten the joy of which it is to be kind
They need your
I'm going nowhere with nowhere to go
Soho feeds the needs and hides the deeds, the mind that bleeds
Disenchanted, downstream in the night
Soho
would work through the winter
For thirty a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fellow came in through the door
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
hey
Better get out my way, baby
I don't mind a job, work's no big deal
It's just how they treat you, how they make you feel
I'll take my check, you
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