Lyrics:
something I'm not
Please don't throw away what we've got
'Cause we've been together for way too long
I was playing around but I'm coming home
You know
Step aside a sweet nigga
You in here for a lil fender bender
Baby just remember make it quick
You niggas kinda know me I'm the shit
I'm the in
the swiftness
If you think you're swift with the gift, Merry Christmas
Now stuff that in your stocking
I'm knocking 'em out the box an'
Knocking 'em out their
[Jim Carrey]
This is a Flipmode Squad
Jim Carrey collabo
Now what?
[Busta]
Ugh, hallelujah
Kids hear this come on
While I'm lacing and tryna
the reason why we're so fucked
'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
to flashin' shit up like a camera
That phone ring, I'm baggin' shit up but I ain't trappin' her
You been at their throat lil' dawg, I ain't mad at ya
This
Hondas
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit
fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own.
But after thinking it over and over,
I got what was coming to me
Just like the sting of a bee
You turned
nothin' on you babe
No' no' nothin' on you (yeah)
I know you feel where I'm coming from
Regardless of the things in my past that I've done
Most of it
bucket, he took it and like put it over his face
And made one of them faces like, ooh
Two days later I'm in Baseline and I seen Dame
Dame didn't know
grew up and still hang around
I'm easy to be found
Here it's a small town
Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby
Hopefully, we don't have no babies
I don't even wanna go back home
Hopefully, I don't leave you on your own
I'm stop leaving
Middle East hates us
What's the reason?
Mr. President
My heart is bleeding
I tuck my kids end every evening
Try to teach them
on my street
I’m singing to myself
And tripping over my own feet
I’m coming home
I’ve gotta a little plan for you
I think you might like it
I'm coming from fuck the fuss
It's to much to bare, and everyday is getting worse
Got me plotin on my peeps, and how to get'em first
It's something
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
a terrorist attack?
Late at night I watch CNN
It so bad I?m stop leaving
Middle East hates us
What?s the reason?
Mr. President
My heart is bleeding
I tuck my
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
like a book on a shelf rustin'
Ah, not trying to fight it
You really don't care if they're coming oh, oh
I know that it's all a state of mind, oh
the walls but my hands are tied
In just one touch and I'm infected by the sound crawling all over my skin
And the sky is falling down, I don't know what's
By the look in your eye I can tell you're gonna cry
Is it over me?
If it is, save your tears
For I'm not worth it, you see
For I'm the type of boy
twice
Hey Mr. Postman
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums, we from, ATL
Put the SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far,
fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
It's either him
"Oh, hi Emily. How are you?"
Momma: "Oh, the boys threw the frisbee over the fence again. And there
It is under the bush."
Mr. Chasen: "I'll get it for
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