Lyrics:
tears
It's been a rough year baby
Throughout the quarantine rona been burning us 3rd degree
Gotta stay busy the hustles real
Life is too short to be lazy
on a killin spree
Im like jason x on a friday night
My machete bleeds due to 3rd degree
Murder was the case and to that i plea
On the 5th account hit the gavel
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
degree day and there's no frickin' air conditionin'
And you can't see the bitch's hair is frizzin'
'Cause you got the windows up, blarin' the system in
Mama told me "be consistent"
You quit on the 3rd L
They was playing Drake up in the club
But I got him with me
Every time I thought I gave a fuck
Turns
he kept under the floor
now I'm with the Three 6 mob pushin them Burbs
niggas done made a come up Hot Boys from the 3rd
{Juicy J}
its
dancin'
Money on me, she keep telling me don't you leave
Ex want me, she keep burning up 3rd degree
Chain on me, got me feeling like Mr. Freeze
Watching me,
went to school when I told her
Cause now exams are coming up and it's a stressful October
Circumstances never let me free
Trees open up my 3rd eye ,
peace
Good gas burnin to the 3rd degree
Good gas got me feeling
Good gas got me feeling gigglely
Colorado Mountains you can chill with me
Aye
You can
mostly all for me
Going through some thangs that's just the way it be
Life is just a phase and that's the 3rd degree
Wrote down all my plans until I
still I pray and preach the word ya heard
To the 3rd degree
With absurdities for the world to see uh
You’re the only one that I love
Only one I’m ever
news to you
Always tryna stir the beef your girls a cow
When she's tryna flirt with me I turn her down
I'm giving her that 3rd degree but heard her out
I
To a degree I still miss you
Why would I even care
Maybe it's just me
Trying to cope
It burns me up inside
Thinking did I even try
To a degree it's
be out of reach
There's a call-box on the beach
So one, a two
A one, a two, a three
Alright
We're just twisting by the pool
And we're
morning
And I'll fall down off my plane
Don't be embarrassed, mother, by your ugly worn-out son
Your ugly worn-out son
So just let me warn you
Mother, you
I remember being posted up on the 1st and the 3rd
Just re'd up, nigga got a 9 piece
All the while fantasizing, visualizing, comin' through in a Benz
Mercy Me, I'm on fire touch me
And get burned to the 3rd degree
Servin' fiends, out the drive-thru
When I used to work at the
Burger King, now watch how
I
vanity
But the
Truth is everybody's flawed
So pick up the pieces and crush all the 3rd degree
I'm so sick of it
Feeling so unachieved
This damn
it real after you blow
Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your ho
Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, getting the dough
Them old timers,
Bitch I'm screaming out red rum for real!
I'm trying to hit the pussy I be in that fucking field
Hollow points on it yea that be that 3rd degree
Don't say
aight)
(Yeah, you know I'm just sliding)
(You know through the city, checking my game, you dig?) Oh shit
Yo Snoop, what's up Snoop? (Yo, hold on)
I'm boutta be on tv
This pedal mashing the gas right to the 3rd degree
I believed in you you ain't believe in me
You said I wouldn't be shit I said be
the blues for you
And I'll bust my brains out for you
And I'll tear my hair out
I'm gonna tear my hair out just for you
If you don't believe what I'm
No 3rd degree
A bunch of Planktons tryna steal my secret recipe
'Cause I'm that DJ that throws a party on sesame street
Don't come to my turf, thinking
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