Lyrics:
And you know me, I'd never lie to you
And if I, if I run out of time
I'll wait for you in the sweet by and by
I just want to leave you with a smile
now
Right now, right now
I feel too wavy, you can't save me
I meditate on the daily, to keep sane
I mean I'm goin' out my mind, I'm goin' crazy
I
Take a trip down Candy Cane Lane with me
It's the cutest thing I swear you'll ever see, it's the best
So get dressed, I'll impressed
You with
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me
How'd
name is Coach Bud
Like my name is Coach Bud
Fly out the Hawks, yeah bring on Trae Young
Yeah I've been balling like Milwaukee Bucks
No we ain't stopping
And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she'll bring out the best
the whiskey's still gonna talk the same
By three drinks in, they're gonna know her name
You can hang around a brand-new crowd
To kill some time, yeah, you can
A lonely mother gazin' out of the window
Staring at her son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side
But he
Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz
Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah
In
Cause baby when you're with me
It's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven
(It's like you took me to heaven girl)
Cause when I stare in your eyes
It
a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga want to test me but he can't best me
Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly
Now I gotta treat
born a thief so ya know I'm on the creep
Sucka nigga want to test me but he can't best me
Buck-buck to the chest and I guess you're death-ly
Now I
Yo (damn) Young Buck where my money at man
My niggas is playing what nobody
In here but you, spyder and Mase
There's supposed to be three
Hundred
me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin' and stealin'
Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real niggaz
Who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttah
In
am I"
What's in the cup? Let me see that
Girl, where the rest of that promethazine at
She said, "Cool, gotta run out to my Cadillac though
And I'll
remember, we were sitting there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter
You are
You bring me to life then you shut me out
You keep me silent when I should shout
You make me cry and you make me come
You are the cop and I'm
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
the sh*t out in Africa,
So put ya fist up, even the statue of liberty lit a flame for the way that I lit my wrist up,
You can't compete wit me, I got 'em
whispered, "Pull it over," I said, "You're the boss"
In a southern drawl, said, "Here's where I get off"
I've enjoyed our time
She said, "Baby, give me
)
In rain or shine, you've stood by me girl
(Girl) i'm happy at home
(I'm happy, happy at home)
You're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live
Whenever
I'll sweep out your chimney
Yes and, I will bring you flowers
Yes and, I will do for you
Most anything you want me to
If we live in a cottage
One time, lighters up
Pulled up in the party
When you saw me I was lighting up my J
So go ahead and brighten up my day
Lighters in the air when
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