Lyrics:
a head rollin down the street
Now I think about it was a full man when leavin out
Now I'm a head with a loaf of bread in my mouth
Bouncin up the stairs
I
I'm standin' at the doorway
My head bowed in my hands
Not knowin' where to sit
Not knowin' where I stand
My father looms above me
For him there is
heard Mary J and you were standing in line
To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind
And I'm ridin' with Common looking for Chicago Zen
lit
I don’t fuck around I don’t play a bit
Trap Goddess on my left, what’s a basic bitch
Hand full of blunt both my eyes low
Head out the window,
Right
I'll get you right
I got the baddest bitch in the fucking world right here
You the baddest bitch in the fucking world my dear
Out all the bad
Straight bone like what's left on my plate
I'm in great shape, you can tell by my face
Serving dope pheins that's a straight ace
That's a straight case
Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois
Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like
fleeting My feet have lost feeling, I'm dealing with
demons Inside of my head, they are deadly
I got no weapons for them, but my blade's on a switch
If you
Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
and always
Finding pieces of me
Reason to breath as deep as the sea
Pay the ticket price and speak it for free
Lay my head on any bed and
Then eventually dream
ties
I don't wanna live like that no more
Tryna slide in, but I slam the door
Telling me things that I've heard before
Hang my fuckin' head while I press
Got a obsession with depression Mary Jane the best
She gone sit down and talk we gone cut off all the rest
She got a confession to make my voice get
seen my skills are up
So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashin'
You know I be keepin it old fashioned
to work on my temper
But I cannot fold when they send them
Denim, showing tonight like Jay Leno
Bitch I'm Heath Ledger so keep your J. Leto
Pot-head
Watch
die for your nigga?
[F] Yeah I'd die for my nigga
[J] Would you ride for your nigga?
[F] I gets lie for my nigga
[J] Would you live for your nigga?
[F]
as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask 'em,
Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask 'em, bitches bout "how I be
as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask 'em,
as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask 'em,
of funkadelic
Can't out chief me
The bong breezy
As Victor Freeze in the cooler
Vivid imagination
Give Vivica cold shoulders
My Santa Cruz is black
I call him
I'm in a cold and lonely tomb
Surrounded by darkness in my new found home
I'm not alone, anymore, alone, anymore
I'm looking back at yesterday
I
slide into a pair
Color black and white, yeah them old skools
Sure to be a night, making my own rules
Boy I see you out, wearing them J’s
There ain’t no
calling, stop calling
I don't want to think anymore!
I've got my head and my
Heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling
I don't want to talk
of Covid
A country east coaster that's naturally potent
My God be showing completely out
Breaking it down as I pass it around
Tears turn to wine I'm
Breaking
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