Lyrics:
last blunder
D - e - t - e - r - i - o - r - a - t - i - n - g
I see you're
D - e - t - e - r - i - o - r - a - t - i - n - g
Well I'm writing of my own
real
Now a player I like, but you know I can't stand no snitch
Tryin to front like he rich
Done shot your credit, cause you bought you a new E
320,
An' we'd stuck together on down that line
But there was one or two points over which we just had to dee-bate
Like
won’t ever cheat
I don’t mind no toes but I promise that I won’t see defeat
Long as she beside me no obstacle that’s in front of me
Is taking what is mine
boy, he gon' D-I-E
Pick up the phone, and I call up Dakota
Put my hands on a her neck just like a choker
Your bitch, she ugly, she look like a joker
you step up to the front
Take the rudder by the wheel, steer us into the sun
Yea for once,
I can't lead us through the storm
A decade of battle, I
a playlist till the end of time
Who grieved the most you'd least expect
She cried so much oh when she found out you were
How you were the one to stay in front
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
All I can jump are the fires you've lit
Yet you have the cheek to call me the arsonist
Would be the most amazing opening line of a poem
But
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
be him next
So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael?
Just keep singin' that same song, recycled
We'd all much rather get along then fight
the barrel
And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to
Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you
And I done seen a lot of people cross the line
Spit that blood out and get back up on your feet
You called me I was there on some Candyman shit
Wear that ass out in front your kids and your bitch
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
and Miles
I'd make my way home for the night
Just 10 yards in front of me
A young girl I'd see
Just trying to walk in a straight line
She'd turn her head
a silver line
And tomorrow is still a step behind
Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time
Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine
So hear me
Elektriske
D d vi e
Elektriske
D d vi e
Elektriske
D d vi e
Elektriske
D herjer i vår sjel
Og du vet at vi vet
Vi e de beste de aller værste
SK Brann
When no money coming in is
When the guns come out
Why the d's wanna sit in
Front of my momma house
You know it's sort of like some
Shit you seen in
thought I'd cross this line
Ohohohohoh
Walking through the dirty streets of Jersey (Jersey)
A dollar to my name searchin' for that key
I'm tryin'
they flick they tongue
I'm too young to give you lessons, but I'd like to give you one
Please stay the fuck up out my case, I ain't convicted, son
(Without who?) Without me there'd be no you
These next few lines it to you women abusers
Last nigga I was wit straight fuckin' loser
Niggas think 'cause
A motherf***in' fool for love.
[Verse Two]
If I ain't just get outta prison,
Man listen, I'd a did him
By Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the n****, I ain't'
The weed plant or the seed of weed?
Put a Magnum on when you smash
A jawn or get Eazy-E time ticking
You can't judge a book by it's cover
But motherfuckers
not racist
I be judgin' by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces
Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not gettin' better, you gotta know how
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