Lyrics:
the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Marcus?
Our Marcus? "Yeah, our Marcus"
A bunch of girls say he raped 'em in the back
Now it's the 90s
And John Malkovich
Is calling me up on the reg
He's my best friend
And I might have to kill him
And he might have to kill me
We're both
you kept on the low oh oh uh oh
I thought I had my game tight until
I got caught up in the night
Cause I didn't turn off my cell phone on on
Heard
I'm not sure
If I'm entitled
To anything I feel
The only friends
That I can trust
Are my Ford's spinning wheels
One more curve maybe
It won't
the summer
My clothes are hanging by a string
See my reflection
It don't mean anything
Got a message from a friend
This could be the one
This could be
"Fuck Kream" they know exactly where we be (exactly where we be)
Spice Lane, Stone Ridge, by the Mickey D's
On the same block where we lost Baby John
"Eeaw eeaw!
My master is finished with me
Eeaw eeaw!
I am too old for donkey work
And left alone in the field
I should starve to death! Eeaw eeaw!
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street"
Who else could it be"
"Nas"
Yo
Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years
Well I’ve been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk
Sailing around
With friends by my side
I could read their lives on their skin
it's only make-believe, well, who's to bless and who's to blame?
'Cause I walked the line and they never even called me by my name
Welcome
from the Eastside (Eastside)
White tees, throwin' peace signs (peace signs, like Crenshaw)
Backwoods, stuff a three-five (right)
No cap, this is my
Girlfriends, Fake Friends, To No Longer caring.
cbout the People who Use and cbuse My Trust.
So don't Expect Me to cnswer cny messages.
Fuck Your Diss Tracks,
THE CARD IS A BLESSING IN THESE TROUBLED TIMES
WHEN LOVE AND FORGIVENESS ARE SO HARD TO FIND
I'L SHARE THIS MESSAGE WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS
AND I'LL THANK MY
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
by day
But I spent my night time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages but never got no hear back
Or so it seemed
A mustard
signals and can't respond
So keep your hands to yourself
And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong
Reverse reception on this lifeless
The Oaties
Big Oatie Shoutout
John Kraski's crowd
Got the most clout
We're hanging with the Oatie Fans
Oatie
Shoutout Lalaa
And this my friends
Is
From girls that is toothless
Yeah my game ruthless, yeah my car roofless
Spit that "Through The Wire" over Chaka Khan
Ruthless she said she had a friend
the streets of Vernon
Nothin Nice, John Boy Ice, his death undetermined
Pick an island anywhere for your happy soul or return it
When I'm gone, I pray my
But now I'm on my feet again
And so we meet again, you're actin' like an ex-wife
All in my sex life, I got a message from Phife
It goes, "You didn't
mission
Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
Try to get mo' so my s*** don't flock
I lick off shots for everything they owe me
And when it's my
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who
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