Lyrics:
Yeah, grrat
Yeah, damn
I feel like John Wick, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Yeah, empty clips
Shell casings scatter the floor, bullets, they
on water by the beach
Jesus, dreaming that's that drug talk
Nah he liable to run up on that plug talk
You know that semi get to waving with that slug talk
get along
My spine's a rotted two-by-four
Barely hanging on
My benevolence just hits the floor
I get bored
Lord knows I tried
I keep my mind
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
To the Juke box then
We hit the floor
With your Van Halen pin
And your dark side burns
I want you more
He cried, "Mother! What'd you do to me?"
I said, "Mother
shattered!?
Arms are battered, blood’s splattered on Smart & Finals floor!
For a moment I slip to a simpler time, before a creak comes from the door!(ooh ooh!)
nigga
California drippin' in my low-rider
Hit the switch, bounce, then it go higher
Def Jam, don't give a damn
Rollin' Backwoods by the gram
We
by his lonely
And Paulie getting money so them bitches all on him
And his young boys riding, they ready to fall for him
'Cause word on the street
a Vicodin, splash, it hits my stomach, then, ah
Couple of weeks go by, it ain't even like I'm gettin' high
Now I need it just not to feel sick, yeah, I'm
blind to see it baby
And you was out here doing
The same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car?
And did you let him,
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor
the contracts
Got more money than me, we taking your vehicle, call it a car jack (oh)
Don't let him misread you, he gon' deceive you, hit him no call back (Get
can't wait to hit the floor
'Cause all I wanna do is
Dance dance dance
Sure there's times when
I've been feeling down
But the blues are never here
some love (yeah)
So fellas stand on your feet (stand up yeah)
Take your girl by the hand (and walk)
And walk her to the dance floor (mmm-hmm)
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
Not This Time Round
You simply ran away Cos what he had to say Hit so hard Caught you off your guard
Still had your set of keys Hoping I might ease
bitch and we know it's your whore
I done killed myself, suicide doors
Niggas broke, they lookin' poor
Bitches stuck, it's on the floor
You know I'm
spokes and rungs away
I stumbled back and hit the floor
Long shadows crawl beneath the door
To a passage so poorly lit
There's moths flying away from
We in the hallway waitin' patient
As soon as she hit the door we start blastin'
I saw her brains hit the floor
Ron laughin'
I swear to God
I hit Maxi
Let's forget whatever we lost
Rolling around in the weeds
Finding ourselves broken
Looking for light on the floor
Let's become the lovers we want
wanted to prove
The plainest thing
The plainest thing
I walk right by it
It's just the plainest thing
The sun hits the floor
Same as the shadows
this before, yeah
She put my belongings at the door, yeah
At the door, yeah, at the door, yeah
Talking shit you gonna hit the floor
Hit the floor, yeah
Tricked by the beauty in the skies
It's no use to fight; the world around us tightens up
As we walk to where this island starts
The socks on my feet fade
so I shot him in his chest
He fell to the floor with his hands in the air
His vision getting blurry but you know I didn't care
Peck, peck, he tried
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