Lyrics:
kissed and made up?
Buy you gifts and fits to make up
Tape off strips so I'm ordering takeout
Dripped out now I hear you want get take out
Bake off, you
And I remember like Civi or Rome callin' me late at night like
"You really need to do this for your career, this made it
Be on the biggest record in
my
State of mind, cus Imma fight any fight, as long it’s in my eyes
Cus this prison in my head tho’ what do ya know
You too slow, to understand I’m
made out of glass
Yeah I just have too
Every night too
It's been way to long now baby
I just can't keep calling you baby
It's by the time I move on baby
Made of roses and thorns
We're just ships in the night
Chasin' after the light
Tell me, what would be life
Without you by my side?
We're just oceans
on
Hoes tongues be on my dong dong
Gevity-long, head at night, head in the morn'
Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' songs
Cats be gettin' gone
a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start
too long, gotta speak up
All the girls in the hood you wanna link up
Wanna be the man, but you don't wanna zip up
Common...
What's that cologne
On top
up by greed
I see them mixing wants & needs
More time tryna get paper paper
Late nights, do it for the P
Louis V, Alex McQueen
Tryna be relevant out in
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I'm
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
long nights, long nights to get a payday (Huh?)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And niggas still hatin'
So much hate, I need a AK (AK)
I got too many things in my mind going on
Gotta proof all my life my time is long gone
Don't wanna do it wrong wanna do it by my own
Now I cant
I can rock you all night long, SHE'S
On my tip, she love my song, HE
Tried to do it but did it wrong, FREAKS
Want to get my all alone, but I'm
renewed
I’m like Gucci Mane
I had to get back on the road
So how am I a rapper or singer man?
By now you should know that I’m bout
Celebrated like I’m
Clap)
(Stop, Clap)
(One, two, one two three)
Proceeds to perform RUN live
Calabasas, california 8pm monday night
Got big arms
What's up with you
warm
Been too strong for too long, I'll probably die
With my boots on and on my way to cash a c****** coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys
Central
The home of a lot of Champs
I got a camp that I roam with
And you got us amped
My name been up in the streets
Like I got a stamp i'm too hot
With
That shit get me running
We been here for way too long
Still we writing all these songs
Don't watch nobody
Yeah, don't watch nobody when they say you
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
sandals and a beard, believe you had long hair too
Well, this is Paycheck, signing off
I'll be seein' you Lord
I hope"
niggas know you can’t
Really fuck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
GOOD music together we too Jurassic
Niggas straight plastic
Ramadan
how long you think
We finna sit here and wait in the wings
Houston been due, our time is now, yeah it's 7:13
Fuck do you mean, look at the clock, yeah
the lane and you hot now
I'm in the trenches, holding choppers made in Moscow
Yeah, we was generous to these degenerates
They keep pretending it's love so
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