Lyrics:
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it
We on that drank we on that drank
I got 20,000 on me by mistake
How can I not ball until everything fade away
How can I not, how can I not
How can I
I got a bone to pick
I don't want you monkey-mouth motherfuckers sittin' in my throne again
Ayy, ayy, nigga, what's happenin'? K-dot back in
twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack
Only six foot by five
They killed all her whiskey
And poured their pistols dry
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane Ah hah huh
From Denver to California
By way of Mexico
We're lost and we're finding each other
And we may never see the west coast
We may never see the west
waited
Any given Sunday so where y'all rate it?
Wit slavery, lynching, and them drugs infiltrated
I'm like that doll Chucky, baby
Keep comin' back
The king is alive and twenty million strong
And long before he ever
Ascended to his throne
He was made fun of, a source of great humor
His domination
Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up
Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back
And the orange drive-in the neon billin'
dudes
I don't wanna show love, I don't wanna give dap
I just wanna kick back, take trips, make hits, make big chips, stack 'til they tall as Kristaps
I put my life on the line
I roll them dice and I'm fine
'Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin' it
They ain't giving it, I'm taking it
I'm
Twenty twenty four
I don’t know where life is taking me
Drifting on like a ship at sea
You and me can weather the storm
Carry on just like before
digger's ass
Oceanside it ends the ride, San Clemente coming up
Sunday desperadoes slip by, gas station closed,
Cruise with a dry back
Orange drive-in
intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm
Winking on the waters they came
Twenty hard-hats, and twenty eyes
In her clapboard shack, man
Only six foot by five
Well they killed all her whiskey
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Paulie killed Tony right and Tony killed Ty so it was only right
Bring 'em back twenty years, they was homies, tight
Sixth grade, for the love
Derrick Rose
Once the one on the bench with the snotty nose
Nefertiti would hold me when I was cold
Communion Sunday, my twenties, went in the bowl
can't see how good you have it
You're taking a smile for granted
You're gonna wake up twenty years from now
Wishing you gave two shits about
All
me (undefined)
Taking my time day by day I pray to God
On a daily (lord)
I found a way because I was lost now I lead the team
Like I'm Brady
You see
be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that fagot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get
goal
Open your eyes it's time 20/20 vision
To see clear gotta take it back to the beginning
With no fear look my eyes and just listen
Pay attention
As you may have gathered by now
We have more people joining us all the time, and, uh
The song was first, uh, taking shape
'Bout two blocks from
gold
At the end of the world
And I'll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow
It is so hard
And it's cold here
And I'm tired of taking
See I remember when back in twenty ten
Hanging out with friends but they playing all pretend
Going through it all again. taking what they want
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