Lyrics:
With every drink I take, it's gettin' harder to recall
And I ain't gonna stop until I forget it all
'Cause once upon a time she used to love me
Oh yeah
I'm pretty good at takin' care myself
I always get enough to get me by
So if you're askin' for a little love
Well, baby, there ain't
yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only
goods
Pretty mama doing everything a pretty mama should
She bad she know she bad
She walked through a forest
And tripped by a tree
Soon her anger
Well she's been gone many days now
She's been gone quite some time
It ain't the same, it never will be
Since I lost that girl of mine
I stayed
a fact of life, now man and wife
Work full time to just get by
And when we're home all
It's gonna be is me and you
But when in Rome, do as the Romans
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
she said, "Come back again."
I watched them lonesome boxcar wheels
Turnin' down the tracks out of town
And it's on that lonesome railroad track
I'm
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong
soul that passes by
This song's for you, from the Jackson 5
I'm comin' home, it's plain to see
I still got Indiana soul in me
Oh, yeah
I'm goin'
motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio 'cause Stevie know I
sure
It ain't the end of the world
It's only a girl
There goes, one now
Pretty smile, oh well
I watch her, walk by
Just keep to, myself
'Cause
the twentieth century,
But too much aggravation
It's the age of insanity,
What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem.
Ain't got no ambition,
Struck by lightning, sounds pretty frightening
But you know the chances are so small
Stuck by a bee sting, nothing but a B-thing
Better chance you're
after
And nobody else can have her 'cause she's
My girl, a walkin' talkin' angel baby
My girl, not a minute goes by when she ain't looking pretty
My
Fuck Black hippy, nigga
I invented the recipe
It's a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess
Pretty Chick let me see
ain't really pretty
Leather, streets of paper, rusty panties
Smell of moneys in the air
(Air, air, air, air, air, air...)
It was not a night to be
Hey baby, let me see your brand new saddle
Let's that pretty thing up on my horse
Let's get it on real tight now
'Cause we don't want you falling
if you ask me (yeah)
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around ten and skinny
compose the rugged, I woulda written yo' shit too
But you ain't got enough money in your budget, dude fuck it!
Step up and get your whole band slaughtered
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
the block hot, shit got super hot, ayy
Give me my respect, give me my respect
I just took it left like I'm ambidex'
Bitch, I move through London with
know what I'm talkin' bout
'Cause you just get me yeah you so pretty
If everything is dipped in gold
Then baby it will never grow
Everything sweet ain't
the sky
Will I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly
I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes
Sometimes I wonder if I already died
That shit get deep,
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