Lyrics:
the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost
so suffocated in crowded rooms, oh
I feel the waves takin' over me
And I can't breathe
And you don't see
Feel the waves takin' over me
And I can't
out
But b-, I got an elevator in my house
Ants and a mouse, I'm living the dream
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't
And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture
Now they wanna grab they guns and come
she loved gangsters, loved nasty things
So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams
Good girls never give it up
But anything is possible, if 50
to me in my dreams
Is she taken? (Is she taken?) Is she mine? (Is she mine?)
Don't got time don't care, don't have two shits to give
Let me take you by
of the man from Tennessee'
Now this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
And I doubt that it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost or found
bone
Dreams
So many roads, so much at stake, so many dead ends, I'm at the edge of
The lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity
to me in my dreams
Is she taken, is she taken? Is she mine, is she mine?
Don't got, don't care, don't have two ish to give
Let me take you by the hand
build, houses build neighborhoods
Better ripped than turned into a baller or a Davis shirt
Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic
Tryna see my gang
I want you
I want you
I day-dream of seeds girl when you pass by
I wonder what the future holds for you and I
I tell my friends favorite tales
are your friends
Its just what you got comin' sometimes you don't know
What you askin' for, did you ask for more?
Shut the casket door, this one
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
I'll meet you there
By the old newsstand
Oh, I'll meet you there tonight
Shoot out at a neighbor's house
She pulls the covers over her head
She's
find a nigga with the same skin to do it
But that's the culture, crack a bottle
Hard to deal with the pain when you're sober
By tomorrow, we forget
a dig, a pad, a roof over my head
But no trusts me enough 'cause I don't have the good stuff
Livin' dead houses... owned by selfish asses
Are they already
don't live by the same code
I'm respected everywhere I go
Nigga, long live Bankroll
Skip the rainbow, funny style shit
And it's straight to the pot
''cause I know that deep down
You really don't want it
I would tell you the chance
Of being a child with a father
Born with talent and being
here
The dream is here
Well, I'm over your radio once again
Pretty Par D, I'm your best friend
Let's take it to the stage
Feel better by the pound
My
And the Thousand Islands
Bitch, you want me to punch you
Bitch you wylin'-wylin'
Might not wanna come over here
'cause bitch it's crowded-crowded
Unless you Master P
from Tennessee"
Now, this drifter's world goes 'round and 'round
And I doubt if it's ever gonna stop
But of all the dreams I've lost and found
It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love
Don't lose someone you love though over your pride
Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side
We
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll
'cause he don't keep it one thousand
Used to share each other clothes over products or public housing
Only rock with the real, really solo how I be
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