Lyrics:
home
I think the Feds are looking through me- can't you hear it in my tone?
So then sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey
Got me tiptoeing through
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
Welcome to my mind
My thoughts are touched by Midas
Hold your lighters in the sky
Let us light up the horizon
I'm dressed down in Nike
Won't go
on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you
wicked dirty white rocks stuff in my bridges I got black tint on my lenses I hide my pain bitch u want understand me
In my home I cry alone I hope these
the Colonel not to worry about me
This is for my friend, these are your flowers, hope you're happy
I don't mean to come off any other than a friend
But
Gotta worry bout the bag my priorities are set
Cause I'm better than before yea the money where it's at
This city bad but you got to find yo good
And I'm
raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion
And no high-toned woman make me walk the line
If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't
I'm back in my element with acts of benevolence
Was speaking with the Devil couldn't tell you what the hell he said
At different levels
him
All by myself these lil boys thought they could stomp him
But instead lost theys jawbone and I aint scratch my iphone
What you want to see I'm
to be here
And I'm glad I found my way
I never touched you lover
I never touched a friend
I never want to see you till I sort things out again
There are
You like to do about the four that Are already here
Fuck it. Send them in, I guess. Might as well
Very well. Tell my men to send Them in
This is Victor
fooled by what's spewed bout they income
Lose some you win some
Perception, shit'll give you grey hairs and then some
Inception are you living a dream
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Pull up from 42 feet on you niggas my niggas be shooting like the Bulls
If you don't fuck with me fuck 'em then nigga
Them niggas
a Benz
How come you have besties, none of them are your friends
I got a mind of my own no, that makes em' mad oh no no no
What are you doing on Saturday night
If you wanna talk we can make things right
If we start all over again and be more than friends we could reach
proud
My friends all want my album out, but I swear I need some help
They don't know how hard it is to do this shit all by myself
I really just need more
a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don't like it sue me, mm way you do
mean?
You are way too much for me (For me)
Don't use me, my heart been through too much
It confuse me (Too much)
By the way, I feel from your touch
(Your
by the way it hurts
When you're covered in sin
If you won't be my lover
Then I won't be your friend
But I'm giving in and Im giving in
And Im giving
out there!
Can't you see what I see?
Go paint the ladies on the beach
They mean nothing to me
They are part of the scenery
I don't know why you
You are my portion my joy and salvation
Let all I am be one with you
Arrest me with wonder I need you forever
Draw me close to feast at the table
Fill
Well you trust the mass em ah
You are fried my guy
You Are Fried
I've been living life
Im trying to tell you
How I'm living life
Fnf ion do friends
Just
Halloween is her favorite holiday
And I know why
She likes to hide by in the paint
She puts all over her face Every single day cuz she's ashamed
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