Lyrics:
cause I love you
Sometimes we change seeking for attention
Crying on our own speaking on depression
Getting lost in our mind... 3rd dimension
Shooting
3rd strike no Adidas
SnapBack with no cap in her either
Oh I might just need to leave her
Know she ain't a damn street sweeper
If shortii for
Three creaky wooden stairs
Those squeaky rocking chairs
The well worn welcome mat
The lattice vines, the happy times
All I wanna do when
ourselves
We don't need nobody with us, we gonna do it all by ourselves
Meet me in the parlor 'bout half past one
We'll go on down and have some fun
All by
you with my 3rd eye
You won't survive here on my side
Don't try fight my kind you might die
Where I reside ain't no nice guys
I see through you with my
1st 2nd and 3rd eye open
I cannot get no rest, get no rest
No, can't let this slip thru my hands
I will finesse
Baby yea I'm hurting, hurting
What did
the Dirty South
See in the 3rd grade this is what you told
You was bought, you was sold
Now they sayin' Juice left some heads cracked
I betcha Jedd
They gon' love me for my ambition
They gon' love to see your man winning
3rd Eye see the grand vision
God's plan and I plan with Him
Came up in my
Holding three carats, platinum
With the Rolly to match
I do it to be the best, money's nothing to me
Got it all and want more, how hungry are we?
On the outside looking in
Moon ain't gonna last all night
Well, let's work up an appetite
Do the clam, do the clam
Grab your barefoot baby by the hand
Turn
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world.
unless I own mines bitch
And that's all you getting from me
I drop way too often to be giving you 2nd and 3rd verses
Listen to the next track
Ah yeah yeah
Ungh! [let's get ready to rumble]
Where ya from? Where ya from? [ya heard me]
That 3rd Ward. Time to start this fight, you fuckin right
Bitch, get
weed like a bonfire
I'ma 3rd strike like an umpire
5 minutes she'll be suckin' dick
'Bout 5 minutes she'll be takin' pics
'Bout 5 minutes she'll be
it was the 3rd of june another sleepy dusty delta day
i was out choppin' cotton and my brother was bailin' hay.
at dinner time we stopped off
heard herb
Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words
I get my serve swerved, may leave 'em 1st 3rd
Stop lyin' lie for what
Steer a whip,
It's like Oooo weee
(Oooh weee, baby)
You've got me going crazy
Going out of my mind
I'm not gone do this with you
For a 3rd or 4th time
Don't go
in the 3rd person
So why star in your fictional stories?
Why try to deny your criminal and thieves?
Go ahead Paint By Number
Phony fake I.D.'s
Burn it
in' spacey
More room for the dreams i'm chasing
Continue ma days
High and happy
Die ego
3rd eye watching like a eagle
Wanna be one wit all people
all the same
And life is just a simple game
Oh do do do
(Do do do)
Do do do
(Do do do)
Oh do do do
(Do do do do)
There by your side (oh yeah)
killed
I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at
3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map
Back up off me, ain't no softy
betta guard your grill
make music for a check
I do tht shit for the feels
Niggas losing cuz my point of view,
It come from the Hills
3rd eye open, so you see it on the back
the works
I know there's a delicate balance and we don't want no one to get hurt
But the 3rd worls is growing larger and the second world has slowed
and here
don't see it like I see it then you see it wrong
We October 3rd niggas like me and Kwe'
Life got me in a state on the interstate
And all I'm thinking
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