Lyrics:
up, Murakami pillow when we lay up
Boy you fake, David Blaine, remember I used to take the train
Scared to get off at my stop, boy, you scared to meet
This is not a love song. This is just a letter
A letter to my potential partner
For her to know what I'm looking for
When we meet in real life tho,
to meet coke boy
It's more money involved
Yea!
More money more problems
More problems to solve
Big Gleezy got 'em
csk me have I ever been in the back
Ja Elijah show the boy the light
Ja Elijah make the boy divine
Ja Elijah gave the boy the vibe
So I confidently put it all on the line
Ja Elijah put
any easier
What I buy to relieve stress only brings more
Because I got a stress the maintenance I afford
And stress the operation, stress
account, gettin' more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin' to myself, "Oh, you big, big dummy"
Just my luck that I'm stuck with a marriage
too far
Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are
And who can blame ya
Boy Meets World
I'm trying to find a new Topanga
And bang her out,
At you so bless you but that's more like a curse I think
Cause I've been cursed by this whole universe
Just put me in a hearse and let my atoms disperse
way".
He picked all of that cotton.
I said this is about a country boy like myself, B.B.
King you know.
So when he get to Chicago, his cousin meet him
Ako nu che surplus, it is many (ah)
I no need to pray before I meet up all my enemies
They wait upon my coming
Chatty, chatty (grrah)
Chatty boy
the blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms
He bouta get jammed by
got faith, they judge by glasses
Eight RPM in the dashes
I don't wanna work for the masters
Half of the money I get is my masters (Ayy)
Let's meet over
the dirt
Or the blade as I hurt
The blood drip a lil faster
The more I keep a tab on the wound
It hurt more
So I ain't climbing no ladder
Grab me by
than them city boys do all week
But my family we did not live there long we left in 1983
But now I know there was so much more to see
But that little
2.30 baby won't you meet me by the beans
2.00 early, maybe later you could show me things
You know what it is whenever I visit
Windy city, she
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
one who gratuated in my fucking habitat I’ll be nice to meet you when I meet you now I can also die welcome home can you feel my bone it’s breaking into
30 degrees outside
Twenty-four how could I ask for more
I got my deal it's getting real
I'm making cash for sure
Stuntin every chance I get because
I
Disguise
You tried to cover that shit up by acting like you was supporting me out can't deny
I knew that shit was a lie
I wrote this part for the boys in
flow
If you wanna leave then you can just go
I got way more and they better then you
I'm jacking this boy and I'm stealing his shoe
And I fuck with your
flow
If you wanna leave then you can just go
I got way more and they better then you
I'm jacking this boy and I'm stealing his shoe
And I fuck with your
ordinary nigga
More like the beast prophesied In your scripture-
More like a P on a square
Bet he flip ya-
Have these girls like damn boy I Missed ya-
You
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
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