Lyrics:
Yeah, more lower yeah, one-two, more lower
One-two, yeah, look, yeah
Yeah, this dummy ask if
She can touch the jewelry get out my mitt
Your man is
that got canned
But I'm stickin' it out on this al-bam (Bam?)
I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcolm in the Middle
Everybody ever give you
Speeding on this high beam
And it might seem like i'm dreaming
And I might be even
Leaning with my demons
Out my windshield is some beauty
and even lasting a year
Yeah I made my mistakes, yeah I paid my dues
Hated by blacks, made enemies with jews
I was 7 years ahead of my time in '92
I said
I blow
Might catch a contact, if I drive by slow
With a tight grip, hand on the wheel of my tight whip
See me at the second line, and all them girls
hopes
and all my dreams, they come together exactly as they seem.
*Pre-Chorus*
First rule says you've got to believe in who you are.
Second asks you
(Gentle Beatz)
Ayy, uh
Hop out five percent, I like to ride with tint
This fifty got a fully, so I'm finna let off fifty quick
Niggas broke, I
gettin' in trouble by
And he ask me why
My father couldn't be a man? He's a lullaby
And this song just cut at two minutes
And twenty four seconds
Shit,
paid me by the hour, workin' 24/7
Jag är samma gamla vanliga
Här vi åker runt i bilar, automatiska
De är tragiska, boom, pah
Dyker upp med min
Has no place left to boil
That's when the land was overrun
By plants and factory scenes
And all the crafts got dry cleaned
A shadow once nobody owned
For those two seconds.
And it wasn't that long
And it wasn't that much
And it wasn't that wrong
'Cause it was just a touch.
But it was everything.
on the counter is vibrating
When I'm coming every four seconds the floor starts shaking
Peel off the roof so the walls start to cave in
Controlling satellites,
Patient hands
Pull me in
It begins and ends with you
I'll never know again
What it might be like
To go again
One second
Without a touch from you
pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your
Apparently I'm second generation
Black Caribbean
And half white Scottish whatever that means
See lately I feel confused with the boxes
Cause to me
of rosemary
If in the obituary column, sniff it
It was written by the forks
And knives of Mary Mallon fever in the stew
Sorta buried in rabbit's and boiled
This must be the place.
I can tell by your glare.
I wouldn't touch you on a dare.
Seven months to June and even then, so what?
My mouth is open, my
brother pour libations
Pink or pale colorations
And by my calculation
We have reached intoxication
Clutch her core for flirtation
Dutch courage,
on every discussion
See myself is the meaning
Get out of everyone's dream
I'm so influenced by train wreck
We picking up steam
It's like "choo choo"
Under pressure, boiling point has come
Fast forward twelve years, and he's been out of home for seven,
Never really understood the way he carried it
an nowaday, these Childs want to live like Mr. Kevin....o.t.
With mad
G's...push a 7 or a Legend.....Yo, was
It the buddas?...stick up niggas with
about business that's solid
I won't tell a soul
I got dawgs on the phone, Ngwano o timile phone
O tsere ke seven e white, O stout
Came from the bottom
Ghidra has arrived, you guys could take five
By the time it's over, no snakes alive
Take the dive, I'm tellin' you, you better off
Then up against
Check it out yo, this on the real here son,
ain't no lie in me, ain't no lie in me
Nothing but big ballers, shot callers ya'll,
down south hustla
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