Lyrics:
sergeant for a dream
I been drillin it
Chillin in the back
To the nines
Like willie nelson
I'm ill son
Whassa deal son
You lookin pale son
You need
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
I don't want nobody
direct, shoot it straight
If you just heard about me
Then you're stupid late
Get right or get left ho, choose a fate
Follow no one I move at my own pace
You
like and I'll do my bestest
So you got a choker do you want a necklace
I don't got silver but I do got hands
If she green eggs and ham then Sam I am
we just be friends?
And try to get along
Don?t want to hurt no one
Just want to have a little fun
So I'm begging you
Please man, don?t call
the choir stand
You get mad cause I'm questioning your merit
But goddamnit if the shoe fit, wear it
I don't give a fuck about your blessings
You want to know
(Feels good)
Listen you can call me what you want
Black and ugly but you can't convince me the
Lord don't love me
When my cds drop, they sell the best
You
Tray's mom
I'm the bomb you could call me Na Palm
1st amendment dead you can't say what you want
Cuz everything is PI
Word to TI
So many times felt
care? I fuckin' don't
Y'all make it rain, I'ma damn cyclone
Bad to the bone with a big ass bong
Smokin' like a Willie Nelson song
Tattoos I got them
Nelson lungs, they don't wanna smoke wit me
Better have ya funds, you won't ever smoke for free
Spill it by the tons, you can get the smoke for cheap
over barring We on Geek St where nobody carin
Me and you ain't no comparing So you can stop all the lies
I gotta go for the prize
Smoking 93 in my 95s
trash
Can't get wit' no deadbeat ass
So (no)
I don't want your number (no)
I don't want to give you mine and (no)
I don't want to meet you nowhere
trash
Can't get wit' no deadbeat ass
So (no)
I don't want your number (no)
I don't want to give you mine and (no)
I don't want to meet you nowhere
now and gettin' rich, baby, how you feelin'?
Told you I'd be Willie Nelson of this rappin' shit
Forget my verses and won't play none of my classic
you want me
Come get me, here I be
In the V-I, V-I waiting for the
Yo something in your wait, go through it
Pretend you got a swoosh in ya baby
killed by the buckshot
Queensbridge, wake and up and smell the air
And stop killin' like a villain, like you don't care
Remember Willie and the times we
back for me just know that you're the one to blame
Cause everybody's trying to end my party
The week is over
I’m trying to get it started
Don't go home
My inspiration every time a brotha stand in the booth
For real, yeah, get better day by day
And I won't let these other women get in my way
I want you
No, no, no, you're doing it all wrong
You're playing so fast and playing so many notes
It's about the notes you don't play
Miles Davis is Nu-Metal
I
Shaw and Samantha
Nelson record their part for Find Your Wings
I feel like rap has a timestamp
On it you could listen
To My Cheri Amor by Stevie
Wonder
you want it to slip
But slippin' is somethin' I don't do
Tippin' for life that's like makin' it rain
Every month on schedule
Let me tell you, get your
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
to do
Is lay with you tonight
I don't want to hit the club
I want to lay ya
(And when I come over)
I'll get you right
(I will)
Get you right
(I
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