Lyrics:
a little lovin'
Livin' nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
It's Saturday, time to play
I gotta hit the street, I'm chilling not
stop to get it
Know you niggas watchin', let you pick it up and split it (haha)
Dig into your pockets, time to get up out your feelings (bitch)
When I
true
Hanging by a
Thread's how I live
I don't know why but
I feel more comfortable
Livin' in my agony
Watching my self-esteem
Go up in flames
and high
I'm in the high scenes, baby
Where days are nights and nights are
Days of years gone by
Where blind men livin' by the rules
Are turnin' seekers into
hush, my little darling
Don't you cry
It's summertime
And the livin' is easy
The fish are jumpin'
Don't you know they're jumpin', baby
to anyone
Emptiness has found me
And it just wont let me go
I go right on livin'
But why I just don't know
Staring down reality
Don't do me no good
or so
We'll go for lunch down by the river
We can really talk it through
And being here without you is like I'm waking up to
Only half a blue sky
by (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
To get by (yeah, ay)
Check it out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For
Whether a slave or rapper, it's all the same, you got culturized by a chain
But if we talkin' 'bout rappin' and who is the GOAT, put a photo by it with my
in white
I'm gettin' set up for my life
Hard work never stopped the dance
But provin' it just ain't worth the chance
Livin' in the lap
Livin' in
Somebody gon' get they ass kick
Somebody gon' get they wig split
Somebody gon' get they ass kick
Somebody gon' get they wig split
Beat 'em up
world we are the children
It’s a young boys world out here
We gotta dredge-it up and down these
Blocks you got to know
It’s a young boys world out here
I'm in the mood
Split two
Spit in the booth
Sick of the truth
Livin' in doom
Give me some room, yeah
Give me some room
Split two
Spit in the booth
livin' average, everybody jang-a-lang
Nobody livin' savage, e'rybody got change
Even the paperboy deliver out the back of a Range
It's not a game, it's
I was born by a river, oh my
In this little old tent
Oh, just like this river
I've been running ever since
It's been alone
Lord, I'm coming
like hahaha
But anyways, I'm gettin' paid, yeah
I get it how I'm livin'
Treat the game like a spider in my house
I gotta kill it
Okay, Big Dick Bandit,
by running my mouth
Oh, oh, oh
We're fallin' in love, oh, oh, oh
Till the sun's comin' up, oh, oh, oh
Just livin' the life, oh, oh, oh
Every
just come to fuckin' cook
And pose by the pool, with her feet up, read a book
I text her "L.A.?" that was all it took
She clicks her heels three
The livin' in the living room and the savin' me on Sunday
You put the tangle in the sheets and the perfume on my pillow
Without you, it's just a pile
care
Standin' outside on a Friday livin on tha edge
'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads
It's seems like we all are waitin'
For a drive by playin tag
I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma
Sit and watch the world go by
I was seventeen and green and knowin' nothin' 'bout livin'
In
goin' another way
Away from home
She was the cause of all the grief you see me wearin'
Nobody thought that we would ever split apart
Seems it was
Jimmy died on his couch yesterday
A friend of his ex wife called me to say
He just gave it to God, slipped from the livin'
With the bills pilin'
the end if it's love you're givin'
Don't be afraid, don't give it up
Give it all you got
There's people around who are standin' right by your side
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