Lyrics:
I don't wanna be scared no more
I just wanna turn my TV off
I don't wanna be talkin' 'bout it
It's too much for me, I'd rather not
Helplessly
of MPs
Yell out, freeze!
And I think I gotta part in a movie.
Hey! I'm talkin' to you
Tell me what did I do?
You're a draft
I be wit the killers, I be by myself
I be gettin' money, I be by myself
I stay in designer, I be by myself
It ain't hard to find me, I be by
Well I ain't goin' down that big long lonesome road
Pretty baby don't you hear me talkin'
No I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
If I can't
One week, it's "Blinded By Your Grace"
Next week, it's bang you in your face
Oh God, they love to wind me up
But one by one I line them up
Oh, you
gone drown me.
Spike lee was definitely talkin bout me when he made that movie 'jungle fever'.
'cause I like em a little bit darker
Take it from
If some of ya'll never been down south too much
I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this
So that you'll understand what I'm talkin' about
Down
gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo
It started at my Grandma's kitchen by the sea,
She warned me when she told me "son the first one's free"
It hit me
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why
It don't matter anyhow
When your
Passin' around the weed, no problems at all
And you haters keep on hatin', I ain't talkin' to y'all
Got no problems, my weed lit, got nowhere to go
So
fuck a case
Did they ever tell you money has no race?
You still livin' like a caveman
No agenda, hunger, don't discriminate
I remember empty plates,
Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How
Dog's no liar (uh)
Keep your fantasy hot like fire
Jump, jump, let me see you do the stump
Girls, let me see you shake your rump (yeah)
Brothers, hit
shame about Billie Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billie Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie
out of me
Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me
Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me
Right there since '96, worse
walked away
Gave me your all, that wouldn't make me stay
Murdered my ego when you walked away
Hold on, this train going by
Free to do what you want
like a Caymen
But we know it's all Wayne, there's no Damon
Only God could judge me
Jesus piece on at my arraignment
Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Explain
Indifferent minds seek nothing
They wait to be told
They never stop talkin'
The way you talk to me
You give me the blues
I feel like walkin'
talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grit
Some get-down shit
Don't need
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back!
Just handguns all white air ones,
Niggas talkin' one on ones ain't no fair ones,
You feel me son?
me tonight
It's not too late
To tell you baby
It's you and only you and no one else
And I'll mean it
Even when I'm talking to myself
I said
fuck what they talkin bout
If I eat, we all eat, fuck what they talkin bout
No comparing, we don't compete, fuck what they talkin bout
We gone get it by
close
Seein' which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a you Bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
Hey hey man, whats up
box talkin'
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin'
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don't
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