Lyrics:
beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
'Cause he hit the pipe 'til the rock was all gone
You're robbin' and stealin', buggin' and illin'
and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
'Cause he hit the pipe 'til the rock was all gone
You're robbin' and stealin', buggin' and illin'
mad at me because I backtrack so casually
You're practically my family
If we married then I'll guess you'd have to be
But tragically our love just
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
and by
You're just fifteen I'm twenty two
Joni I just can't wait for you
Soon I left our little home town
Got me a job and tried to settle down
But her
A postcard of Byron by the bed
It's a reminder of every word that he said
To die in the arms of a twenty year old
A figure of porcelain with moves
and down, boy, that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
'Cause he hit the pipe 'til the rock was all gone
You're robbin'
meet your girlfriend in the parking lot
Oh, but still you`re aching for the things you have not got
What went wrong...
And if you can`t understand why
I want you to close you're eyes, n' envision
The most beautiful place in tha world
If you in the hood, the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey,
creep in
Ya home while you gone
Have you comin' back findin'
Nut on yo' sheets go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep) go to sleep, hoe
(Go to sleep)
If you're
But even if they could
Today twenty-two will die from suicide
Just like yesterday, they're gone
I live my life for each tomorrow
So their memories
But even if they could
Today twenty-two will die from suicide
Just like yesterday, they're gone
I live my life for each tomorrow
So their memories
and a pit bull in the seat
These pigs'll get bit foolin' with me, quit foolin' with me
Bitch, you're gonna see, no pistol in the seat
Why it always gotta
if you're on, nigga, look for the gauge to bust
A lot of pressure with the street fame, it's a deep game
And my mama always cryin', yeah, there's so
I woke up long after dawn
Twenty years had come and gone
I know when it changed for me
A day in June you came to me
I've seen through someone
Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent
Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident
It's workin' twice as hard as the people you know you're
the conversation too
Tell me that you're gettin' more sleep
Can't think can't eat till I come see you
If I had my way I'd come and get you girl
In your
Stalker's my whole style
And if I get caught, I'll
Deny, deny, deny
Today you're twenty-five
I made you something fine
It's in the palm of my
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
got to have strength
If you're gonna survive past 110th
Well it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
The emergency ward is capacity filled
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
move on
The clock is ticking
You're just always noon
You achieved all your hopes and dreams
By the age of twenty-two
So talk of all your shortcomings
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