Lyrics:
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
Grass butterflies and flowers
why should it be a bad place
and it's not bad at all
if it's your hand that holds the axe
that is what the old Nod
i'd love loving you
Who's to say? I don't know, I don't know
As I watch this chance pass me by
Is this the mistake of my life
Maybe i'd love loving you
blood fight till They make your moms cry
Middle child habits tried to show Em I’m good guy
Judge me by colour in my skin Dad is alright
Your son is coming
to be cool
But I ain't stuck with you nigga
I grew up with you nigga
But I don't fuck with you nigga
Got shot in the back then turned around
And got shot
in the crowd
Lately I'm hearing people say you're a runaway
And somebody's got to
Bring you back to reality
Help you see the things that you might
that it's not my fault
Yeah I know I shouldn't judge when you're wrong
But you're holding me back and I know that I'd go I'd go
And you told me you love
niggas, Speed and Henry Watson Brown
I said I got a freak that want to do you all
She's cathin niggas nuts while she's lickin in your balls
[Juicy
inside
** under the heel of a stranger he holds you captive by his charms
I saw the signs but not the danger now he's the hero in your arms
Every night
Fateful day
Fateful day
Fateful day
Fateful day
If it hadn't been for whiskey
I'd be free as any bird
To fly away so far away
If they say that
Can’t Get Over You
Start from me, and work your way back
Start from here, where it all went off track
Let’s start with us talking about that
Then
head's up your fucking ass
So you'd rather suffer
Than shed your fucking skin
One nation on fire
Pinned by conceit
Or will it have to be tomorrow night
Yes, this is still my confession baby
And I'm thrilled by all your charms
It seems that I'm in heaven when I hold
real life problems, if I told you, would you believe me
Or would you go and judge and tell all of your friends
Matching his and hers, but you'd rather
the loveliest girl in the place
You've got some schmutz on your face
Good morning!
Good morning!
Vanessa!
Vanessa!
Vanessa!
Vanessa! I'm
talk
Knew You was special by the way that you walk, n talk
Fuck you right have you forget about your ex’s
All I ask in return is that you ride me like
reach the top
I'm shifting gears and I can not stop
For all my peers that said I'd flop
I see your career but it looks like a job
Don't regret
You told me
you plan to get me for all I got, you could start by spending the night.
Otherwise let me see your head get small
Less your head to make the head get
Oh man, oh man (you make me believe)
Feels good though (make me believe)
Listen
Everybody's a critic, shit, everybody can get it
Got all these
I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
But I'd fly
There's one little memory of you stuck in my mind
It was our first day in London, you've leaned your head onto mine
And told me you'd love me for
a big amount
Five percent of y'all I could say I know about
Never judge a book by the cover till it's read
Dollars on your head we don't do it for
on over girl, and look at what you've done
Have you got something to say?
Coz you've been staring at me for a while now
Giggling away to your mates,
Fallin'
smoked your weed, ain't nobody around
You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now
I do a lot of stupid shit when I be smokin
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