Lyrics:
to
Your own wonderland
When time is ticking and a running in my head
And the voices that said
Might as well be dead
Never met my soul.
When it feels
‘Cause I know how to drive you home baby
(I can drive you home yeah, we can be alone yeah)
cnd by that look in your eyes I could swear I saw Heaven baby
You swore
By the gold within your eyes
That the world was crashing tonight
All the dogs were lost in flight
With poker chips at their sides
But now
Ten years from now
I could be famous
Probably on album number three
Passing gold status
Having a house that I could only dream of
With a melanin
Betta watch how you speak when you talking to me
When this album come out man that shit go be heat
Feel like cat in the hat the way I'm living my
to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a bitch
They only
was just your wife to be
I remember that something just didn’t seem right to me
From what I could see
It was simple and plain
She had you under
ever near
Our dogs are on your heels
And craving Christian flesh
Fool! Run!
We'll hunt you to the brink
Our will be done
Endangered, soon extinct
to be a nigga that's weaken
It's the bitchs or the bishops or the demons or the deacons
Leo almost got devoured
By the power of the nostril
How I dealt
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
[Talking: Wale]
Soooo, you know, people be like,
"What can you put the fuckin' tape out Wale,
you're lazy" and this that that.
I been to 70 cities in
and your not real, a sculpted image of love
Skewed by my inability to tell what's real
Polished by my ability to feel
And I'll pretend I didn't fall in
wax to insomniacs with my name in
your almanacs infact
I let my glory be that never ending story
Like those that still inspire since seven albums
a rhyme
My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom
Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
I was raised by a certain column on my info
I know
You played your pussy like bait and let me hook it
So remove your dentures
And, by, plus it's not just a job it's adventure
Duke shoot brown
it's the project nympho
Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do
You got that good pussy I can share with my peoples
Be a brave girl, do your thang
Let
all your lies
Beg for your approval at the highest price
Sleeping at your feet would be more dignified
Close your eyes
Don't let em see you cry
But
Going up fill your cup
Feeling good baby this the spot
We put in work we deserve to drink a lot
We're going up fill your cup shot after shot
We
the envy the hate the jealousy all of you niggas are dead to me
I see the fake love
I seen a day 1 switch up on a nigga
Th-that be the reason I don't fw
countries movin' and USA enterprises
Snatchin' your mic then speakin'
While you might be leakin'
Then losin' the luxury, average man be seekin'
Thought he
shoes…
Dead body bloody socks!
They could kill you for your watch…
Don’t believe me? Just watch!
Trinidad James got robbed by Bruno Mars
Shit is this Earth
hopes and dreams, we got, ways and means
The supreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My rise
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
Of digging this grave
Take me down, go away
Pull me hard day by day
So when do I leave
This change in me?
Is this your way?
Do you wanna play?
Nobody wants
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