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Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
sounds like a microwave
Is startin' to melt
My coffee pot could make a song
And get more iTunes sales
And I remember when I met you
And I rode in your
to that heaven I need
'Cause girl you know I can't get enough
Lady lay that sweetness on me
You got a motion that melts up my mind
Every time that I see it
hole in his pocket and I pointed it out and I was like, why don't we just get you another pair of slacks?
And then he looked at me and said, Because we
alone can turn the dark
To a walk in the park
I only talk from my heart
So open yours when you're listening
Every man has his own heaven
Still fightin paranoia
Anxiety at an all time high
Better days that I'm pushin for
Are what help me get by
Sheez still roll brown haze by
A massive star
More drive than a Jaguar
Still quick-quick-quicker than NASCAR
That's why I never get checked, spam mail
Hate text, label it fan mail
When I do
to think we really did stereotype demons
I mean, they're pretty cool guys when you meet 'em
Like, yeah they do the torturing, but that's just a day job
face
Popping pills and powder
Trying to kill some hours
Cause when I'm sober
Man I promise I can feel the power
Of death eating me slowly I'm on my way
this summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or somethin'
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or somethin'
Like, Weezy's the man
If
blood gushin from ya arms, legs
Head and stomach i felt the hatred
Cause when I turned around like the Matrix
Comin for me
An array of bullets headin dead
try to tell me that I'm ruthless
[ Richie Rich ]
So when I'm kickin knowledge I be frontin on the schoolin
[ D-Loc ]
But you're wrong
[ Richie Rich ]
Just like that and I'm back, bro
Now back in the days of old me (when?)
Right around the time I became a dope fiend (oh)
Ate some codeine as a way
style
You mad at me
Cuz you like my style
They say what I'm tryna do
Has never been done I wanna try
I will not be defined by
Old failure I'm a new
worn all over the world
By real cowboy, women's and pearls
He even made one for me he jokingly called "the old friend"
Bridge:
Well when old friends
that shit dummy
It's kinda crazy how fast time go by
I used to think I need a man who knew what poor was like
Now I skip that shit just listen to these
album, and hold it down for my camp
Surrounded us all like bonfire
When I lay a verse down that's born fire
I was born fire
An ode to the worst of my days
me how can I get closer to you
Hang time only better with two
Tell me how can I get closer to you
Late nights I've been thinking of you
Tell me how
the conversation, you feel me?
Yeah
Gotta get it by any means, I fight fires
Then surround the doubters weighin' heavy boy like Dwight Myers
I'm a livewire off
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
And I should slow, I should slow down
But I can't, cause you drive, you wild
Girl I get a rush
When we're speeding in my car
Sometimes it's too much
Was writing these shit's
Oor what's in these shit's man probably
A bunch of bullshit man fuck it check it
How can I trust you when I can't trust me
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