Lyrics:
Mack D-Shot, brought up by the middle class
I did time for crime 'cause I was living ass
I spent two on the lockdown in Preston
To hire me is
Hahaha, haha
Yeah, I woke up in the Hills with a view
(With a view)
Hoppin' out the Benz with the crew
(With the crew)
Different brands, different
stronger
Until the music breaks the touch that lights in our bed
We`re sorry but we can`t help the love that both miss here
We want to live up the hills
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.
And so
the way to work
Just
Just by following his nose
I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all
Till late in the evening the wind came to call
And stood at my
a mask? are you thick in the head
This dose going around has me shitting the bed
You won't get kicked in the head, but if I catch this yoke I'll spit
of truth
On, on fire for Christ and I can't chill
Run till my death bed is the plan still
Know he's God even when I stand still
Resides in me, not anything
lyrics feel as lightly as a feather
I'm trapped in my head, that shit ain't rad
That's a fucking fact, I fucking act so god damn bad
I'm haunted by
caught up in the sauna
Hot like a momma body in the back
Got me feindin' lunch snacks
See my cruisin' by, y'all looking like a bunch of hunchbacks
Better
rushed
I wish I looked like Taehyung
I wish my hairline wasn't more worse than Musk's
I wish my smile made flowers grow
Doesn't look like Zach Hill's
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that
My grandfather picks wild flowers at the top of the hill
Upon the mountain side
And he knows the names by the color, shape, their size
Above
uh-yeah-yeah-yeah
Laying too much in my bed, getting too much in my head
Watching all these TV shows, Imma do nothing today
Psych, Imma write three songs today,
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie
In the event of my demise
Be sure to include this statement
When you are bent on closing my eyes
Thinking about what
She from the hell
Like me, born in hell
My name is Rafael
She crazy like Kenan and Kel
Fuck this shit, I‘m not well
I need a motel, my processor by
partners
Too many my niggas, in jail bunk-beds
Mannnn, dis why I hustle. I come up from nothin
Pop never came once, try to state his case to me
Mama did her
[Humpty-Hump]
Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust him
I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin
[Shock-G]
Little Boys in Blue and Red
gotten this far
She bad but good in bed
And she never hang in the hood
Unless your paying
She had me spending my money
Trying to show me magic
I got pulled
these dark hills I walk along
(Just to hold you in my arms)
To lie with you on a bed of stone
River blood red with the years
You can flood this valley
questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raised kids someday
Like out in
made how my rent's paid
How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
She said she want to have a family raised kids someday
Like out in Beverly Hills she
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