Lyrics:
a bottle with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected from excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is
Ushered a generation
I ain't tryna chase, tryna get to third base
'til I hit a home run 3, 2, 1, we safe
Damn she a looka, ran outta liquor
Sweet-sweet pusha, give me that
I'll tell ye a story that happened to me
One day as I went out to Youghal by the Sea
The sun it was bright and the day it was warm
Says I, A quiet
thoughts and I am walking by
On Third Street, the freakshow thrives
Santa Monica's alive, but
Something's not so right inside
Living with the news
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
heizenburg
No sesame street we got big birds
And all of my verses like spoken word
My favorite day is the first and the third
Young nigga putting in work
I
I've gotta learn a lot by myself, I can't always depend on everyone else
I've gotta learn a lot by myself, I can't always depend on everyone else
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town.
Made a lot of miles, the first two days
And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out
It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July
There was not a cloud to speak of so the orange sun hung
Lonely in the sky
I was laying prone in my
- The strings of time
Do You - See the circle sublime?
cll my days shall echo back
The wheel of fate - Rerun its path
Dressed up by - Layers of dawn
oh-oh-oh)
(Say it now)
Glory Glory Hallelu
Glory for Plug One and Two
But that glory's been denied
By condescending dookie eyes
People think they diss
to say, don't say nothing at all.
I go bitten by the bitter bug, and now I just can't get enough
Of ill will and my own conceit. I'm weary of the world
Oh what a feelin
Head high
Natural fly
Labeled the villain
Skate by
Ask me why
Im on a million
Straight top billin
Third eye wide
Guess I saw
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame type killing in the game
Hot music
Raised by game
Where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come
remember to the day
In fact it was a third Monday
You came along to be the one for me
And now I'm so all alone
I'm sittin' here by the phone (the phone)
Some days it just be like that.
Spilled your tea.
Stung by bee.
Third degree.
Some days it just be like that.
Cap blew away.
Sky turned gray.
There's
Florida, it’s like another world
Flying cock a roaches
and billionaires molesting teenage girls
By my third day in Florida, I gave up and made a list
Um, B.I.G
Loaded What Up
Cursed DNA, n***a, I don't play a lot of shit
On my mind, I'm about to let it out today
Hate in my heart, but you see joy in
oh-oh-oh)
(Say it now)
Glory Glory Hallelu
Glory for Plug One and Two
But that glory's been denied
By condescending dookie eyes
People think they diss
On some third eye shit
La Musica de Harry Fraud
On some third eye shit
What a young nigga to do? Little yute
Trying to figure the bigger truth
Fed
the night is full of sorrow
One-third steals the heart
Every day there is a rush between someone's memories
Every day there is a rush between someone's
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