Lyrics:
his leg got chopped up foursome calamari by mistake
And so he moved on back to Texas, movie stardom in his past
Now this tripod's in a trailer park all
never judge a book by look
My vanity undoubtedly proud to be this rhyming crook
Stealing hearts from other rappers cause their lady's see my dapper
Give
see
the time flashing by
Let me whisper in your ear
You're not the only one
with lonely mind
I feel the same
Got to be Free & Easy
Got to got to be Free
turn their backs on me
What did I do to make them laugh
No, you don't get it I won't hold your hand
Oh, don't touch my hair
I don't like that
Oh you
to
You barely food, you a can of soup
Soupy
Don't mean to judge, I got flaws of my own
I'm sick of my phone, I been on it too long
My digital closet is
it's a shame
It's a downright disgrace
Well long as I got you by my side
I don't care what your people say
Your friends tell you it's no future
In
dick in your bitch clit
When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier than Similac when I'm
(ya'll feel like da-)
Your SL's missing an S, nigga (ya'll feel like da-)
Your plane's missing a chef
The common theme see they both got wings
If you
pacing back and forth
Eat the apple to the core
Flow stay curved like the tusk of a boar
Then rush to the shore like a d day soldier
These days I’m
slipping by
And so am I
Prepare to die
All I've got to do is see you through
We come hug and carry on
Because I got a lot to hold
No place I'd rather be
misery
Your skin is pale and eyes as black as night
You only call me in the dead of night
Maybe to some its what you’d call a clue
But baby I cant help
I sat back and watched the whole thing and I still got love for the gang
Yeah..I'm always shadow boxing
Never got the chance to say I love you
Never
Down the dorr, it's what we're livin' for
Rockin' side by side
Keep your love alive and kickin'
We got everything we own in the trunk
seas
Eightball slippin', Dogg Pound trippin'
Back in the mo', where we don't give a fuck
My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same
I got a question, I got a question It's 5IVE , you know, it's 5ive, you know
I got a question, is love real, can you please let me know (hmmmm hmmm)
the pain, search for flames, curse the chain, heard your name
Far away, hard to say: I still love you
But I got to, I still, I still love you
And would you
I done got hurt so many times nobody see that I got intentions
Used to get played by all these bitches I ain't gonna miss em
Round killers drug
a vacuum
I'm going back to the backroom
I'm operating in a vacuum
Revolution on the South Bank
I poured poison in the think tank
Got out before the big
is the love
You promised me
Don't tell me you're going
Back on your promises, baby
I got to have it
You know I need it
You know I want it
I
Maybe I'll knock now
And wait
For it to be over, again
Why am I holding on to hope
Again, again
You'd of think by now
That maybe I'd of learned
My
Speeding in that 'Mozzy
Tote my pistol while I'm riding
Told the judge I plead the fifth
Cause my riders they be violent
Yo bitch looking like
mind
Your love I can't deny
Shawty got me up all night
I'm losing my sight
I'm blinded by your eyes
I just wanna be by your side
You got me up in my
to fix
Fuck you
I heard from someone else
That you ain’t doing so well
You’re all by yourself in your
Little piece of hell
Hey you
I got your back
Well
UGH
Pour up a duece and yeah sip it slow
OOO
Never thought id find a love like this
I need some more
That purple, goop punch
Yeah it got me feeling
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