Lyrics:
Stop all that hating, value the time you be wasting
I can't be thirty and broke, I do not take vacations
I value my time to creation
They created
it looks like it's gonna be a perfect day
So now I've just taken
Another pill or two
And washed them down with the first drink not the last
In thirty
Jonathan Majors
I'm finna call up my motherfuckin' barber
Cut these niggas off with the razor
Four thirty AM, I'm up on the daily
My bitch want a baby, it's
I'm so sick I've been ten times I've been
Dead Thirty-six bitch I feel like Deadmau5
All that ah I just get my stuff what's up bitch
I'ma get you now
Greatness definitely the least that we will become
I’m Bout to turn thirty - alot gotta change for me
starting with being - a new version of the old me
trash, I'm just taking out the garbage
Act broke, I'm flogged, I touch
Ten thousand, ten times, my twin
Lil' Za, snuck thirty rounds in, I been at it all
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place
In the last thirty minutes/before I fall asleep
when I have said my prayers /and I have brushed my teeth
This
over thirty years I've wished that I was dead,
Somebody, help me out, 'cause I'm tied down to my bed
I'm lookin' for someone to release me,
I'm
to forgive
She wore his ring for thirty years
And one night he confessed his darkest fears
He'd been unfaithful, he'd been untrue
What could she say,
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' spider john with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
That is all my story
Been these thirty years since I
the law out-to-luncher the seven-thirty
Know I'm more than a sick man
The streets raised this wild
Ass nigga from "Murderpan"
The real rapper
Don't want to grow fat off the fat of the land,
Or to choke on the greed of public command.
Thirty years with one foot in the grave.
Possession
can't relate
With this thirty-eight I'm rushing the door and can't wait
[Chorus]
[Buckshot]
Talking about how I can't come in
We bum rush
See them
It's been here for near on thirty years
Wish I had a dime for every time somebody cried a tear in their beer
And a penny for every smile and Ginny
lie and say I like the way you talk at me
It's more something like in the way you gawk at me
And so I'll see you at six thirty
You know I told her
train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station,
You can be here by four-thirty,
'Cause I've made your reservation, don't be slow,
Oh, no, no, no,
discontent with life
Then she turns to page one-thirty-five
And it says
There is a place where dreams come true
Just call and we'll reserve a room for you
train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station,
You can be here by four-thirty,
'Cause I've made your reservation, don't be slow,
Oh, no, no, no,
train to Clarksville,
And I'll meet you at the station,
You can be here by four-thirty,
'Cause I've made your reservation, don't be slow,
Oh, no, no, no,
I am alive to make you pay
I am alive to take your life
For thirty years I've waited
Finally, the time is here
Hunting you down and destroy you
It's hour number thirty nine
Just one more left to go
Been working like a dog all week
Just to hear that whistle blow
Well, I know sometimes
the way across France
And I fought at the Maginot line
Road a tank into Belgium
Like them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty years before
I did my
And I will love you for an hour
Give me what I need
And I will love you for an hour
Give me thirty quid
And I will love you for an hour
Ok we'll call
This and that, so and so
Maybe yes, maybe no, you said a lotta things
You said a lotta things
Eleven thirty-nine, I'll never be on time, I know I
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