Lyrics:
In the front,
Not by the lane.
And I know,
[Chorus]
And I'm not so sure,
That you would not say,
Get out, don't step in,
I'll never try
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
When I think of all I put you through
Always taking you for granted
I never saw it from your point of view
Blinded by the double standard
You
We do our shit a little different Homie.(Heyyyyy)we Ryde 10 Miles ah hour ya heard.Just ah to shit (Flex) on the haters a little harder when we Ryde 22
missed
And all the pretty girls I've never kissed
They smile from field of daffodils
They wave from high and windy hills
In secret places by the sea
could find
The way that all kids do
And although time has passed
I still get surprised
At the pulling in my chest
When I know you're coming by
If this
and by
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night
Alive as you and me
Says I, "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died," said he
By and by, by and by
never lose
See, I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Bentleys with 22s
You say I confuse you play little tricks with your head
Catching
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
For all the times you stood by me,
Through right and wrong,
For being there to catch me when Id fall,
I love you for your faith in me,
For all
shots to the cats
Don't lack
Shubz on a Friday pulling up at Jbo's gaff (skrting ay)
2-2 gyal getting moved by 2-2 man (2-2 man ay)
Come off the decks
right here
We can catch a little Buzz Lightyear
Take some weight off and float our feet up
Go somewhere nobody can reach us, no
Lookin' at Earth
I went down to Taneytown
I went down to Taneytown
To see what I could see
My mama told me never go
But I'm almost 22 years old
Sometimes I
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
As if I couldn't push them any farther
I dropped the Jerry can and lit the fire
To love yourself through health and mind
I can never catch the time
Setting fires
And dark desires
And nights I can't recall
I've woke up flying
With the angels, with no one to catch me
When I fall
I'm going
out the gym, trap house jump like LeBron
It's 22-5 for the B, and 11-5 for the Solange
Call a 16 Montana, 8 a Steve Young, and 4 a Brett Favre
My plug
we've never known
Angels singing Hallelujah songs
Hard to imagine one day
All this gravel turned to streets of gold
Time goes by but we won't ever get
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
way
To find the words to say that I'm hopeless
Catch 22 when you were 22
I regret the marriage but not the divorce
Ohh I shouldn't have said that
Times
And everything that I ride is 22s and up
And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus
Make the hood understand that we trying to come up
24s on trucks,
bewitched by you so
Oh, no! not in spring-time.
Summer, winter or fall.
No, never could I leave you at all.
No, never could I leave you at all.
I caught it bad just today
You hit me with a call to your place
Ain't been out in a while anyway
Was hoping I could catch you throwin' smiles
Bring your own lampshade, somewhere there's a party
Hear it's never endin', can't remember when it started
Pass around the lampshade, there'll be
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