Lyrics:
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"
When I heard
the radio, fuck the television networks
You can murder me before I let you take control
(My mind is my own and I'm trusting my soul)
Telling you their
Like hold on
Like R.I.P Twitchy R.I.P T Black
Kick me the works yeah I need that
Tryna get out don't got time for Ya feedback
Gone too soon I can
I never 'scuse her
When I see her I have to excuse her
If you don't believe me ask Bruza
Or ask Terror Danjah
Basically no make up can change her
on crack rock
I got the key to her throat, open the jaw lock
I'm gassed up like I just went through a pit stop
Writers block, just like R-Kelly, I'm pissed
her out, but I just want some sucky suck
My Glock a a minor, Gen 17, can't leave it round R. Kelly
Turn that nigga to a bowling ball, put holes all in
u too see, I believe I can fly no Robert Kelly
I'm high in the sky, like a bird in a tree
Just feeling the breeze, it put me at ease
I couldn't
I'm coping strings
Blessed for the life that my momma bring
She got me happy Imma buy a ring
Niggvs think they fly get off my wing
If I die today my
't bring me down
I'm a visionary that was bound glide
Just like R Kelly I believe I could, uh
Give her that D and she see I could, uh
Did it my way and I
I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes
Why are expectations so high? Is
It the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch,
of business
Are you doing? What's
The numbers? How much did you sell? What's
The radio spins? How much
Shampoo can you sell
With your face on it and shit?
the hoarsest jive
I need a crib with ally the porches wide
So I can i come off tour to a big place to store the ride
Too many step, it's just more that died
Curve my ethics I'll get the courage to edit I said it's
Dylan, can't burn the bridges just a
Nerd who was birthed in the burbs of Fenton, to the
Chi, I
Fly? Well, yeah, you can fly
What? What are you, what the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing? Stop, stop it
The fu- you fucking idiot
the Lord who can make it
You're the one in my life that I'm craving
Cause I run the game baby tell me are you playing
Now I believe it
Yea yea
I believe yeah
side there's nothing I can't do, yeah
Baby
Girl, if I know for sure I have you by my side
I'd build you up
Girl, I need to know for sure you're
zone into a studio
Can't believe momma switched up on me
Ever since I made it out on the radio
Damn
Am I a one hit wonder
I wonder
Am I a one hit wonder
multiple swords in the faith I believe
I think about Robert Kelly
If he weren't molested, I wonder if life'll fail him
I wonder if Oprah found closure
to an audience of one, I hope you’re tuning in tonight
The radio waves are the only way I’m sending my love by satellite
You know you can do better
But no one
I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get
I found myself daydreaming of a better world
Memories can bleed in my open heart
London clouds are crying
But I'm dancing in the pouring rain
till I die
Ain't nobody can stop me
You niggas getting too fly but
Your lyrics are sloppy
Y'all need to Picture Me Rollin'
Look all the green that i
I'm bound
I can't be found, I'm down the rabbit hole
My attention stolen, I'm not in control
Life is boxed by the sheen of a new routine
It passes by in
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