Lyrics:
these hot broads
That's how they say they itchin' for small talk
If they weren't asking to borrow the hot spot
The chances of hearing from 'em are off by
All by myself
Your back against the wall
You feel like you ain't got nobody
That's how I feel
I'm all by myself
Look, life's hard
I'm trying to make
the hole
I'm doin' thirty days in the hole cause I dissed 'em
That's how it is, gettin' lost in the system
Hey homey, you know the way out this
Until I've been in a hole for a long time or along the waves moving seas in a chase, before the evening closes in the hole, it's a still shadow,
day by day
Hopin that the Lord can, pave my way
Have I been forgotten, have I forsaken
Or maybe I'm just wrong with the moves that I've
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
Big bands
In my pocket
Just realised you FAKE
'Til I rise and find out my wage
How fucking long
Have I been WASTED
FUCK
Talking your shit
(Talking
of surprises
I'm surprised it was her
I had a lack of control
I fell down the rabbit hole
And with my shortness of breath I must confess that I have
no idea
How
me get myself together
I'm up for the task
Girl, I put you thru the most
You wonder how long it'll last
Yeah, I always question how the hell you stay
the sour makes you forget how long you in it
I know so much cuz I rarely assume
I was the one from the jump don't forget it
I made so many mistakes and yet
tell myself
Is you did this by yourself
And when I'm on so long
I'll be by myself
I'm gone
So take my name
Remember this face
Keep the change
Turn e sideway, cock it up and brukki (good hole)
Pam and Nicki and we nuh fucky fucky (true)
Bubble we a bubble yah suh (yeah)
Shake it up and mek di
a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about
Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about
Don coochie hole bitch, better known
stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, n****z die
By gettin' blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
but stuck
Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die
By getting blasted, how drastic
They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do
I got
got my feeling
High to Heaven, knows
Tight as the pussy holes
So, Lord knows
It stick to your ex-o
Them hoes
To freak shows
You know how it
to serve, so I guess I'll get what I deserve
In the long run, but for now, I'll observe the fun
Move weight by the tons, post guards at the gates with guns
year oh by next year
Living for the close calls
You weren’t afraid to dig holes
Thought you were in it for the long haul
Who’d’ve known down the road
Look at god won't he do it touched by angels Della Reese
Look at god won't he do it touched by angels Della Reese
Look at god won't he do it touched
of a broken king run down by the deals
Neck the toxins until the darkness come real
Come and listen now to this
Sing the sorrows unreal of a broken king run
approaching
The human's legacy is the demon's breeding ground
How long can you bear wading through the mud
Until you're swallowed alive?
How long can you
down in the hole where The Devil lives
Said to sell my soul but I never did
Told the bros about this music biz
This is how it goes, this is how it is
long for the next distraction?
And all I need now is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other
long for the next distraction?
And all I need now is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other
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