Lyrics:
the adverts splashed on my screen
But they don't mean a thing to me
It's a joke it's a scream a rotten scheme
So I close my eyes and dream
Hey hey hey I'm
in Prada, you mine
Ya exes gotta be blind, just think you not in your prime
Dotted that line, well shit, it gotta be signed, 'cause you my (baby)
my 45 G-L-O-C
I got money on my mind, bitch
I'm blinded by the dollar signs
I'll work a fucking nine-to-five instead
Of signin' dotted lines by
a thousand eyes prying at that same mess
Rain check
I'll take my time, it's called fucking patience (patience)
One day I'll take pride in who I am, and feel
bitch
We can put it on the dotted line, Houstin time bitch why'knahmean?
Yeah bitch you understand
Let it be Pimpin' Ken for the record and the money
suck good ok
(kane)
Dressed to impress like I'm slinging them birds
Put a bitch on pimp arrest as she keep her eyes to the curb
These ho's we don't need
I met a man who told me
His contacts were so fine
I would be a big star if
I'd sign his dotted line
I wanted to believe so it took a while to see
Cause I can't sleep, I'm dreaming way too loud
And I can't breath, when you're around me
And I don't like to compromise
But when I look in your eyes
I see
that I’m the fuckin problem
Well it’s fenna get bigger
You could look me in my eye and
See the soul of a killer
With these tats all on his body
Tape this 'cause you are now eye to eye with greatness
Pugilist, you would need illusionist to fake this
Yeah, we back again with it
Ride to ten men
Ah
Oh!
Ah
[Chorus:]
Find my dime piece tonight
She will be by my side
Signed on the dotted
Cause even good ones turn bad
And I ain't bout
the world like a quake
Mashing hard on the gas, with the coast on the plate
Roll on cowards and busters, peeping them soldiers and hustlers
Got an eye
minding my business
When love came and hit me in the eye
Flash, bam, alakazam,
Out of the orange colored sky
one look and I yelled timber
Watch out for
make the soldier comply no
I see the future in my minds eye
I feel the vision and it’s nearby see it with a closed eye
Mama say me haffi live mines
No
I stepped back and saw my entrance
They say, "Time's up"
This the dotted where I sign up
This the lotto where I find bucks
This the motto that defined
(yo) smoke it till you're high
Unattainable goals blank to your third eye (yo)
Maneuvering high skies to low tone flows
Straight to the five mic sight
and purge every demon
A small step for progress a leap for the mind
The smoke never settles where everything is even
A poke in the eye the equation is nil
still be miserable
Bury me below
My mind's a ticking time bomb so I'll bury it below
My eyes are tired of glaring through lifeless windows
Your
Motherfuckin' Tourette's syndrome MC's can't freestyle without rehearsing
Crossed T's and dotted I's but still caught a liquid shit surprise
Rappers got
Then eat up my plate
Got faith in the tide
No where to reside
I'm about to catch a wave
Matter fact I'm on the dial up
Didn't mean to eye you up
You got
the basement
Roll up another blunt, I'll be facing it soon
It's only been a couple months since I last seen you
I miss your eyes, I miss your smile I miss
the room
A light when the day is a gloom
An aura that no one can ever describe
True beauty you see in the eyes
A peace instilled blessed if you will
A brain
Nope no dotted on line
Water to wine
I go Gotti on mine
Know I got it on time
Collar no crime
Need that dollar no dime
Keep yo comment online
Comet my
When I try
To sign the dotted line
I will say
What a waste
It's like I
Don't
Even
Have a choice
But the one thing
I got to chose was you
When I cry
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