Lyrics:
These niggas clout chasin' just so they can go viral
I speak street Gospel, I don't really know the Bible
I call my nigga Tom Brady when he throw
the end of me
(Your freedom is the end of me)
I see you refused right by the stove
Conquests, exploits, I'm still alone
Warm cup of tea
And so I
the end of me
(Your freedom is the end of me)
I see you refused right by the stove
Conquests, exploits, I'm still alone
Warm cup of tea
And so I
fallin
For me
It's always a movie witchu
Not NLE but I'll take a Tom wit me when I cruise
If u step up yo yard'll get stomped by my dudes
Like a football
I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain
Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain
Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
the key of your mind,
To open your heart and soul til the end of time.
Why should I feel so sad for loving you,
Don't you hear my heart is calling you,
with day 1s (onnnnnesss)
Thumbin through dollars and don't play bout one
Countin racks by the one til the day I'm done (day I'm done) x2
Verse 1:
They
all of our secrets
Yeah how many times
can we play with the fire
when its almost too hot to the touch
How many kisses til its love
How many kisses til
denied
Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
I'm at the round table, where
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
who ride with me til the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
You can run for
you expect til' then til' then
I got more dreams than I do bands
No need for sleep unless the mills in my hand
If it's not bout green than it's time
I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move, because you're standing still
Walk the line, Johnny show me what your cash can do
Top gun, think I'm
an Ambien/
Am I him? Michael Phelps, it's time to sink or swim/
They tried to count me out like I was New Edition/
Now I got the eye of the tiger on a newer
And Lord knows livin' like this, it leads a short road
A dead end, or prison time, where we was headin'
Instead, when I got bread, broke it with brethren
Man up!
Momma want some more Obama in me
The hood want PAC hip hop
Wanna see the Common in me
And since it's a senseless contradiction
I end up
much left to say
Patchy service steals our time
Makes it hard to feel the love on the line
Feeling jealous of the dog on the front porch sitting by
that's calling
Chillingly you're calling
Stay with me until the end of time
To the end of time will you stay with me?
Stay with you 'til the end of time
on) to see you rise again
(I'll still love) You 'til the bitter end
'Til the bitter end
[Instrumental Interlude]
(Through these times)
I've
will come
Keep writing til my hands is numb
Vegas trips those times was fun
Why compete when it's already won
Call me daddy nigga, you are my son
Shoot
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
I still drink 'til I end up being that klutz
Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
Stumbling over my words, mumbling
I'll probably do it tonight
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