Lyrics:
Lead me or follow
Feed me or swallow
If this ain't the real thing I don't want the real thing
Ignore me, I sit here, I know where I fit here
You
Sorting out the long pipe
Hoping that the copper fits
Make sure you stay oblivious
Said that we could go back
Said that we could go find
never make up and fight every day
She's throwing a fit because she can't have it her way
And she wants to treat you real bad but also wants you to stay
to worry
Cause this song for them fuck niggas, and niggas who I don't fuck with
Now you wonder who he talkin bout
If you had to wonder, then the shoe fits
Pretend to be into my symphony
K, let's get it off
If the shoe fits, slip it off
Cry me a river, a water crush lullaby
Play the right, a finger's be
think the world should see us for what we are
For what we really are
Stack up your fears, that shit you'll never need
You've got that spark, I've got
believe I ever listened to your shit
I must have read you wrong, I must have never fit
And I've suffered for too long for you
We lost our lives we
And this old boat won't float for long with all these holes
So I grab both sides with iron will
It's fit for war but weighs too much and starts to fill
come from, where you at Jack
Is it the clothes, the bullet holes or the shit up your nose
That makes your body contort like that
Like a Denmark Street
The world was empty on the day when they made it
But heaven needed someplace to throw all the shit
Human hearts and pain should never be separate
to let you know I'm on some STL shit, bitch
[Chorus: x4]
You know kid got the cuddy (?) on fours
Spend a couple grand, got the charm on froze
Keep
working all week for what?
Just living for the weekend.
Ahhh. Shit. Saw my girl and I had a fit. Saw my neighbours and all it is...
No she can't come in,
I feel good to be alive
All the shit that beat me down
Been doing this
I still survive
It ain't at all complicated
I'm glad I found ya
It's when
in a lounge chair where I'm allowed to just relax.
I don't fit into your bracket, I don't pay the income tax
Palletes smitten with musical talents.
repeat
Continuation of a eulogy
Belly full of bock, fit to embalm, don't wanna talk
Or leave this head, let alone this house
No opportunity,
to the crowd.
A pity party fit for one by one by one.
My simple words count the tear to every pull of the trigger.
We all kneel down, give you praise,
Niggaz up under the step from A T L to over stand me
D F, is the clique I represent, puffin' purple
Poppin' poppers, spittin' straight pimp shit
reasons so you just have to deny
Think of all the people that now know
that you're full of shit
All the pieces of your life will never fit
Lie to me
There's a time
And a place,
This is neither the time nor the place.
"Where do i fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship?!?" Why should I play
That girl didn't have time to waste
She spread herself way too thin
Thought she could cut in and win the race
The pretty girl
Did not fit in
older now a little wiser now
So the shit that I spit might surprise you now
I don't take lightly to those who want to spit me
So I say politely F- You if
with ya
Them shoes will probably fit ya cause they chain us mentally
But not this golden entity, the truth be shown eventually
Came up from the bottom,
foolies, hard work and it'll come in time
For now just watch me tell my vision on your television
On MTV and 106 in some of the freshest fits
But I ain't
heaven needed someplace to throw all the shit
Human hearts and pain should never be separate
They wouldn't tear themselves apart both trying to fit
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