Lyrics:
bad habits burn
Soon enough we 'bout to come and get the shit we earn
You not a fan now
But I remember when you used to be fanned out
I guess that
the Rolling Stones
I thought, "That's it, I'll get a band
I'm leaving home, I'm out on the road"
The motorways all over this land
(The road)
Far away
I worship you and the things you do
Still you're not satisfied
I paid the cost, I've loved, I've lost
But still I worship you
When we first fell in
thugs (tellin' me where I can go)
I'll be waitin' for you (can she go with me? when I'm comin' home)
Until you get through (and all that ol' crazy shit)
In my memory, I will always see
The town that I loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And they laughed through the smoke
needed
When I got it, I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that'd keep him in
easily traced
And everybody knew at times she cried
Ah but women like Louise they get by
And everybody thought it kind of sad
When they found
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
back
Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by
With plenty women that's still on the fee?
And it happens that every once in a while
I go too deep then I gotta shut it down
She keep on comin' by
only right that I share my experiences with y'all
'Cause I've been places you'll never imagine (that's right)
But I'ma start it at home
When I see
day tryna get my cake up
I got four million in homes three hours apart
Drug dealer tastes, I think I glow in the dark
I only do features to keep
Fawcett
I'm just tryna make better music
Get this money, share the profits
Now this class getting led by students
Smoke some weed, get head while I do
can't tell the women from the men sometimes
They're sugar and spice and everything nice
But when you get ?em home ain't no telling what you find
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
me can drink some Hennessy
Then we get it on
Mad women wantin to bone Sean combs
Sippin on Patron
Speeding we be leanin
Got em feeling
And when I give
One is to love your neighbor 'till
His wife gets home
Catacombs
Nursery bones
Winter women
Growing stones
Carrying babies
To the river
cups
And maybe an old water glass
But it's always the same in
The old drinking game
When you drink and you try to forget
One woman who loved you
cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, fuck rehearsing
Nigga, summer, fall,
that cake straight out the gate (uh)
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin', "Why spend mine when I can spend yours?"
Disagree?
I get a bitch I barely know get her home
Don't want mamosas
She want Tequila shots in the AM
Give you a play by play on
How to get this paper i
I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
and won't stop 'til daytime come home, yeah
Girl, you are so fine
I wish that I could get you over here, girl
Tonight, so I
Could get my grown man
much help from him.
Hey Frank, why not get drunk tonight?
Hey Frank, I think it'll be alright,
You'll be too far gone to notice when the neighbors start
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