Lyrics:
to me
You look good by yourself but look better when you're movin' with me
Take them shots 'til the bottle empty
Let's this money, girl don't tempt me
left and you took everything I had left
And left nothing, nothing for me
So please don't wake me from this dream, baby
We're still together in my head
better than I thought I would
But nothing's ever as good
As when you're on top
I want to wake up
And just start running
Into a ditch
Or straight up
pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday, mister, I'm gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway,
friends
They might get set back by some wench
But that bitch'll never win
It's all about the way of the world
It's all about the way of them girls
It's
F- mud slingin', I'm blood flingin'
There's nothing on this f- Earth better than being the
King of the playground, I hate the swings but I love being
friends
They might get set back by some wench
But that bitch'll never win
It's all about the way of the world
It's all about the way of them girls
It's
left and you took everything I had left
And left nothing, nothing for me
So please don't wake me from this dream, baby
We're still together in my head
to me
What does it all mean?
I can almost taste it
Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
This may be the last chance I get to be famous
(I
that's no lie
As time goes by
You will get to know me
A little more better
Girl, that's the way love goes baby, baby
And I (I) know you're afraid
the Walmart walls
Little baby with large balls
Fuck mud slingin', I'm blood flingin'
There's nothing on this fuckin' Earth better than bein' the
King
expect? HiiiPower
For the most part, we go hard for the respect
I'm obviously ominous to my competition and if
I ain't better than Kendrick than nobody is
than this
No, no
Nothing’s better than this
All I need to feel alive
Is to have you by my side
Rest your eyes
On the passenger side
I’ll wake you up in
(that's right)
And no better feeling riding 'round in my hometown
Hope I'm feeling this good when it's Monday morning
Been doing my own thing, can't
is I'm gon' leave with something
But it's nothing, and we roll one with the 'tussin, and we gon' get
Get lit
It's about to go down, drunker than
But by now you know it's true
Guess I like sinners better than fascists
And I guess that makes me a dreamer too
In the year of 1945, you saw
that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
And called his homies because he
pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday, mister, I'm gonna lead a better life than this
Working on the highway,
Listen
Baby, by the time you get this letter
I'll be gone
But I left something for you on the pillow
Put this tape in
Press play
I love you
[Intro]
Alright man, y'all win
I won't say it, at least for this song, hey
[Verse 1]
Said they looking for the realest, well I'm real as it get
cast upon the ground where you'll eventually
Lay forever, but the day goes on, the sun moves behind you
You get taller, bolder, stronger,
don't get me wrong
I know there is no tomorrow all I ask is
If this is my last night with you
You better hold me like I'm
More than just a friend
Give me
and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
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