Lyrics:
1. Half past 3, It's time to turn the Tables
Gonna give it everything I am.
Half past 10 and maybe I'm not able?
I just wanna feel like a man.
no registrations
Budlongs we them niggas rolling that kept it gangster
Sum like a doctor heal your pockets just bring me more patience
We gone get
meant
To last more than a moment
Last more than a moment
Last more than a moment
Three days two nights passed us by
Shooting stars grazed wishful eyes
no food for 3 days
I don't care as long as I'm in a haze
Girl you make me go crazy
All the shit you be saying
Dreams of Hell starting to feel real
I
any opportunity just to have you near
We in the back seat knees touched eyes open
Where you going I was hoping you'd wanna finish smoking
We In
From the day i turned three to the sixteenth hollowed ghost
Limbs to ashes and ashes to lie
Your son was never by your side
Now the rabid dog inside me
Aye (Virgil)
My Birthday is in three days (I just bought some Off White)
No I'm not taking Spirit again I swear (Are we getting paid for this)
Wait
Mr. Browns
Thick bitch with some lil'-ass tits, all my bitches brown
I'm done wonderin' if it's smoke, nigga, I'm just gon' gun you down
Nigga, kill
and there
Back and forth, she’s everywhere
Deals with the mess and the dirt and grime
And still packs a day’s work in by dinnertime
Dinnertime, when she
Aight guys, yeah
Uh
Alright yeah
Yeah
Uh
Alright
Let's go
Mmm (Woo-)
We've been making music since valentines
You're my sweet and sour, your my day
Yea
Let me tell you some about that girl I met last time
I ain't never seen nun like this before, like
This hoe a different typa freak man
She
depressed
In the student center
Fall asleep
And forget to eat dinner
Can't tell you what I learned in school
Most likely caused by how much I burned in
Too many times I went live on the standstill
On fire like an ant hill you'll get to spin the wheel
Everybody got a chance big day album sales
Stuff
Here's a strange story about Marcus McGee
Who left his poor parents when he was just 3
Took his old teddy bear and headed off overseas
What a strange
shoes on
Kiss my girls on the cheek tell em I love em
Tell 'em goodbye just in case something happens
Go outside man it's cold feel like 20 below
Put
stopped by GD's
We caught GEDS and went to D3's
We took magic caps saw raps in 3D
I said one day I’ll sit with the greats my fam believed me
The oaks begged
Cast and their glance at each other with outstretched hands
Like they might be a victim of circumstance
But I run
[Chorus:]
If you reach a dead end
come to where I'm at
Just know you need a passport
To get to where I'm at
cnd when you see me spending
clways know I make it back
Making racks off
transformer
I take world famous models to an all you can eat
Rib House then back to mine to slaughter the meat
I'm an audio freak and by a quater to three
to descend
And gave it to these pricks who just pretend
Now i want in this light, i will take it back and breathe it in
Make you feel these tracks and these
and party like the next day aint coming
You Got to check us out up here where the sun sets in the west
We already passed the test of elevation limits
This
rocking the chain
I'm on a mission I'm making the paper
I'm in the kitchen, I come with the flavour
I don't front, you know I just lead
Inception when I
glory, is my story making sense
And if she isn't for me, gon' get hurt by other men
I could be okay with that, it really just depend
I said I'm riding till
blowing out your self doubt
But no one does the same for me
Treat me like a nuisance
Then you wonder why its paining me
To speak
I've been paranoid all
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