Lyrics:
and I said, "Obie, I can't pick up the garbage with these here
Handcuffs on." He said "shut up kid, and get in the back of the patrol car"
And that's
I dirty
etched by reason of this long journey
I'm someone good from you can be around this yo
So much time you have to learn to live with it
in
Intials all on my chain like a letterman
I got this dope by the load told em' bring it in
I got VS for my stones bitch I'm glistening
If you ain't
you'll surely try, but off these pills yeah I'm gonna fly
MGK who I wanna be but playing puck is how I'm tryna be
6'2" with no shoes, honestly I can
I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
What should I be sorry for
Who should I be sorry to
The fact is you can't please everybody
You can't
with nobody I know I ain't riding for me
How you gone see me winning and only wanna compete
When it's enough for everybody out here we could eat
I
and break out quick on the plane
Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne
Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice
Paranoid by rug spots, you see
and do the ATL stomp, this thang real,
I got the gun chill, cranberry's and x pills,
Smokin on the best of the best,
When you see me you know I'm fresh,
wanna be kidnapped by
What? Who? Where?
I wanna move through time
With me on my mind
I wanna be the driver
I wanna say to my selves,
Â??Move like you
a target
Kids cook s'mores off the crotch of our targets
Kumbaya bitch
Bucker up lil' trooper
You can't get past me, I'm stuck in the future
The shit
Artist, Artist, Artist
Ice, Ice, Ice
Artist, Artist
Ice, Ice, Ice
I'm in Club Vanish sipping on Vodka
Cranberry black & it's sponsored by artist
IMOB
Fuck you execute whoever
Crossed me will be dealt with swiftly
Niggas envy what they can't give
You're a lame nigga just apply to shit
Lazy must be your
Along the North Creek shore
I had a momentary lapse
Can't really say any more
But I just kinda snapped
I could be more forthwith
And let you in
'd live a thousand lives
Each one with you right by my side
But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance
And so it seems like we'll
parents never said you adopted
Your feelings like Zulu, then nothing is a Shaka
I hit her with Jamaican dick, I'm the new Shabba
She lookin' for her
it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches,
on that goddamn couch
You ain't got nothing better to do
I can't be your man
Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
Work with me
I
ever wrote
You can't match with the shit I quote
On my worst day I could spit the illest shit I ever wrote
Vibes all live
Relapsing with time
With
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
you on the go
And I know I can't live without my radio
Don't touch that dial, I'll be upset
Might go into a fit and rip off your neck
'Cause my radio's
cranberry oo
Say you be fine wine no checking
Oh my lady lady lady oo
See the way you bounce am my lady oo
Onome you be real gem my Sheri
With the thing she
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
I'm killed by the questions like a cancer
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer
By myself
(Myself)
I ask why
(Myself)
I can't rely
cried
Brothers lost their lives, take my life, yeah I live it right
I live it, right
Ah man come-on man you gotta come a little bit harder than that
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