Lyrics:
it seems that I've forgotten your name"
But it seems that she'd done the same
And now something has happened
Suddenly, she's been distracted
By
said that is the root of all evil (evil)
At least that's what the pastor tried to teach us (teach us)
But he ain't pass around that collection plate
talkin' with my accent
We held hands and waded into
That blue water
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach
Yeah, but now I'm dodging
boat (don't rock my boat)
Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' (don't rock my boat)
I'm telling you that, oh, oh-oh,
I like it, like it this (I
Troy cause boy you is blessed
And I'm a take him out the game y'all
It ain't no thang y'all
You want to buck, I'll rip you up like a chainsaw
need a man like me in town
I pick cotton down on the Dixie line
Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's alright, that's OK by me
'Cause
Distorted, distorted records
Distorted records
Distorted records
First things first, I done heard the worst things
Like if I'm in your top 10, mine's
John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've
Twas on one summer's evening all in the month of May
Down by a flow'ry garden where Betsy did stray.
I overheard a damsel in sorrow to complain,
it's on
[Pastor Troy]
? ? I'm a tell 'em it's on
Talkin' shit like them gangsta, sweet-as cologne
I roll on in the ? with the quickness
So southern
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin' (by)
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
Even when the skies
y'all (that y'all!)
And that's all!
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave
niggas'll never be shit
Dropped so much coke in the water, could make the sea sick
All I hear is sirens and sounds of guns blastin'
A little girl went missin'
nothing to me if you'll be by my
Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Floridians like
Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Colombians like
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all my
Dick Todd, and Perry
(that's the other guy's first name)
I'll never sing like Bing
I know I don't compare
I'll grant them he's got voice
If they'll
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up!
all by myself
Feeling like I'm doing my time
Under that sign
That reads forgotten
Forgotten
Been thinking bout you everyday
Baby not just now
the time away
Like that pup
'cause I'm all fed up
And tho' it's wrong to be
I long to be
[Chorus:]
Lazy
I want to be lazy
I want to be out in
)
Y'all we got it like that (like that)
It's like that like that (like that)
Y'all we got it like that (like that)
You know we got it like that (like
to the memories that we all had
Here's to tomorrow, let yesterday pass us by
Tonight we'll be starting all over again
And it feels like the first time
I
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I
Would like to say to you, but I don't know how
Because maybe, you're
That was it, Sickology 101
Y'all know what I mean
Craig Smith, Nesto, Tech Nina nigga
In the air, motherfucker
Sound like a bird flying around
Yeah,
refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise
And I'm not tryna lose
Then you're left in the dust
Unless I stuck by ya
You're a sunflower
I think your
necklace
Bitches that we came with got all of your bitches jealous
'Bout to leave the crib with a couple of my pirates
Driving by the streets we used
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