Lyrics:
on easy street
Where too much never seems to be enough
We're not the same two people far away
From all the days when the times were rough.
Including
butt, tryna fuck on us
Two pistols everytime I slide
Too much red, I might start a fire
Two bankrolls and both of 'em mine
I love baby too much
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
Another two years over
Don't understand what's happened to me
These days are so much colder
Up against the fire, don't feel any heat
Cracked up years behind
fast
357's and 44's
Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questioning while
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose my jacket and hit a solo
One
from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up
forty years but who'd ever know
By the way they carry on
Just the same two kids as much in love
as the day they married on
They made a promise
[Chorus]
Said I ain't got time
Got no time to stop & speak 2 friends passing by
Said I ain't got time
Got no time to stop & speak 2 friends
You saw me standing by the wall corner of a main street
And the lights are flashing on your window sill
All alone ain't much fun so you're looking
at night
In all these college bars. cheap natty light
Just like one of the guys you stuck right by my side
At every football game there with a smile
Two
You see?
The goal is just to raise the babies right
Wayne babies, that is
You guys are maturing so much!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's crazy how you
at night
In all these college bars. cheap natty light
Just like one of the guys you stuck right by my side
At every football game there with a smile
Two
fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me (2 Chainz!) It won't even fold
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen
fold
So much money on me, it won't even fold
So much money on me (2 Chainz!) It won't even fold
I'm ballin' like Mr. Clean
I gotta keep my kitchen
a prayer
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well, I can't, well, I can
Too much, too late, or just not enough
motto
Phantom wit' two models
Pull up tonight, stunt
Jump out, car scream, bravo
We smokin' that fire endo
Wrist out the damn window
Lambo, that
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
[Everlast]
What, you think it can't happen?
Soul Assassins, two-thousand, word
It goes somethin' like this
I'm Vision-Quest, Fresh Fest era
the candle lit, my nigga never rowed
Niggas caught him slipping, gave him a shit bag
Five shots to the stomach, 2Pac gift pack
It's death row, conspiracy
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
a prayer
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us
Well, I can't, well, I can
Too much, too late, or just not enough
Something about you that I can't shake,
Don't know how much of this I can take,
Baby I'm under your spell.
I was knocked out and loaded in
Give me two strong arms
To protect myself
Give me so much love
That I forget myself
I need to swing from limb to limb
To relieve this mess I'm
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