Lyrics:
case mace is his taste
Throw up the dogs, the competition is fogged
'Cause he was smokin' the yang, iced and drink the 8-ball
Drunk, stumblin', threw
on a Adderall, and I'ma count these millions out by hand
I'm infatuated with money, I can't never go broke again
I got NBA shooters coulda went to pro from how
the night, her dog in the bed, he in the den
But still he say he love her, wouldn't put his mom above her
He did all this after the first time he ever fucked
altercation in a beer joint with a knife,
He said judge I mean your honor I hope you'll understand,
but if it happened here today I think I'd do it all again
brain, oh cocaine
Doctor tell me again and again
He say, "Cocaine's for horses
It ain't for men"
Cocaine's still running 'round my brain
Doctor tell me
up the flow, bring it back, oh
From Chicago, uh
And I'm rockin' the Dolce Gabbana
Fashionable persona
GQ, who knew he'd be the flyest? Like TWACWK
KANY
It's time to face the music (oh)
A stay of execution
No more distribution (the fuck you doin'?)
You did this to me
I'm right back on my
got a lot of dogs
Hit me up and baby, we gon' take ya out
Ya boyfriend say he clocked in
He work for niggas, i’m my own boss
(I'm my own boss)
Random
Went to your house this morning
You told me I could meet your dog
I'm feeling a little bit nervous
But it's not about your dog
I walk inside your mom
the hearts that he's left broke
He's that pretty boy who's got the chip up on his shoulder
Doesn't think he'll be destroyed by me
Cause if he thought it
They say, "give yourself a chance son, don't let life pass you by".
But the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongest survive,
It's a dog
to busy I never play fetch
He don't run when them dogs bark
Situation got sticky he got him a check
Don't take it personal I'm handling business
Don't make
really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again
is a dream
In this nightmare
Moms crying again
Can't find a man that'll care
October 27th, 2005
Was the last day that he felt alive
Those times when
the basement by Fresh, he like, "Dog, you lit"
Try to press me for my necks, guarantee them we all up sticks
Smoke whoever you with, on the set, fuck all them
acting off what he heard, brains on the curb
Pursued by the devil, no red lights, words from a serpent
Paranoid niggas shoulder watching , that's a brand
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
That pain hit like a winter chill when a stars slain
It took some time to heal the wounds up then the scars came
My dog changed he was trapped in
do it again, do it again
Steady do it again, do it again
And then ya do it again, do it again
Steady do it again, do it again
And then ya do it again
moonlight?
In the year of 1860, on the Miami-Erie waterway
Johnny Morehouse, as boys will do, went to the canal to play
Accompanied by his dog always both
moshes slightly. Hung off the balcony by the skin off his doctor's psyche. He hopes it holds but knows the locusts kamikaze nightly. He woke, corroded
god forsaken hot dog place again
Now put your butt back in that chair young man and shut up
Nicholas Richard
In his remember when induced super rant
girl
What's that smile in your face?
She's high again
And it's not with me
Just another phone call at your home
She's not there
(Anymore)
Another day
scorned by everyone
And I think it's Your plan
All who see me, mock me
Hurl insults, shake their heads
"He trusts in the Lord," they said
"Let the Lord
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