Lyrics:
hope you understand
Promise I'll be back for you
When I become a better man
What would you think if I told you that I
Knew that I was breaking
about those hands but I could of been your man
She said fuck you stuff u and flip u too then she wants me back
And she said I would never be myself again
home
By time you get here I'll be long gone
There's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo man
He said, I'm sorry it's come down to this
There's so
beautiful but I'm still lazy
Write a song about her I don't know maybe
If you paid me I would
Get up before four let's make it five-thirty
Ah man forget about
talking about my own finance or bringing a hoe to a climax
Cuz just about anyone doing that shit could just hop on a track and go write that
Ya I be talking
sneeze
You ain't no man of God so your blessings are like a spiked seed
I don't trust your love I don't need it
You can only truly hate who you once loved
mother's voice always felt like home
But eventually you're outside, on your own
The scariest thing about raising a boy is
Learnin' when you become a man
what a man's gotta do, John Queue, John Queue
When I'm in a jam give a damn ‘bout the rules, John Queue, John Queue
Verse 2-
If you would've told me
of them mysterious types huh)
Hehehe yeah
(That's cool
I mean I was watching you from over there
And I just decided to come by and say hello)
Mmm hello
never disappeared
Like a ghost in my walls girl you're haunting me
Restless nights thinking about you gets me no sleep
I thought I'd know the truth by now
would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
Oh I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah.
I heard it through the grapevine
Not
would you be mine
Oh I heard it through the grapevine
Oh I'm just about to lose my mind
Honey, honey yeah.
I heard it through the grapevine
Not
(money)
Swerve Swerve Swerve
Hey
Fucked your man, fucked your man
On my blimp
You're just mad you're a simp
Put in your mom in some mink
Give a fuck
how it would always be
As if that's how it would always be
Said we'd plan our own little family
Little feet running circles around me
Now you
dead
My mental health was on a thread
Depression filled up all my head
I wished the pain would finally end
Yes I'm weird, I'll admit it
Write sad lines,
up my own CD's and taking orders
Ten dollars a pop ock, I'm almost out of stock
You want some real Hip Hop my new knock's about to drop
And tell haters
on your lips
You can tell I'm grinding by my wrist
Anything can happen cause a broke man is an optimist
Well tell them I'll be waiting in suspense
I got
nigga, I'll cancel you (uh)
You would get left like a vegetable (you would get left like a vegetable)
Ayy, look lil' thot, I am not stressin' (thot,
or feast till I make it front street
You won't ever be criticized by a real king
You will never be villainized by ya real friends
When you at peace you
And any man that hits a girl ain't shit
I'm tryin to tell you, but I thought you knew it
Cause right about now you're goin stupid for cupid
But cupid
Yo, met this piece by the name of Sharise
She had a fly one hundred ninety restin' in Jones Beach
You know when we kickin' my everyday cliche
You can see how the body has been transformed
By the genetic restructuring of the Flood infection
The small creatures carry spores that cause a host
I've ever seen in my life
(Bro you said the same thing about the last chick bro)
Who?
(The one in the blue that walked by 5 minutes ago)
Man Shut up
and it's cocked
I'm killin' weak competition
You fuck with me and you got, an angry beast that is risen
Whether you like it or not
You'll be deceased by
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