Lyrics:
stories was true
Well the water was cold and the beer was hot
Called my baby from the parkin lot, I said
"Baby, do you miss me?" "honey, you know that I
on, in hell holdin hands with Jeffrey Dahmer
Yo, let me make this clear - I ain't the baddest rapper out there
but I'ma take his place until he get
Or I be forced to bring more noise than the Beats By The Pound
I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk
And say ya heard me, every time that I
pateintly
Big up the lovin that hold me down
Them no try and come after me in this underground
Whom god bless let no man curse
The first will be
(The moral of that story is
Don't mess around and get yo ass stomped)
[ The Godfather Rock ]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah - yeeaaaah)
Boo-Yaa funkin it up
away from this cops they finally cross me out of luck
the same story
every day only of guts glory
It's part of yo struggle if it you ain't got shit
whenever I stop down the drive by
I am a dramatic, most static addict, a rehab with automatic
doubt me now I made it, phinally phamouse bout to let you
her coffee
And she buys the finest red wines
Tells me stories of old glories
And I just listen all night
She don't need me she don't keep me
She just
but you're bumpin' me now!
Amalgam for the future revolution like Mao.
You're right when I grab the mike, I do what I like,
I sit with a pen by
J-DAMS, bring mayhem
Hold up, god damn, it's just a party
Dirty red carpet and you walk by me wobbly
Obviously, oblivious, frontin' snobby
Heat
sea like Finding Dory
Got the brown bag with the natty fourty
Beggin for change what a sad story
Dirty hands, rips in my dungarees
People drivin by
the way.
It was huge and looked fierce even when dead.
Now,
I am going to show you
what our teacher has taught me alone.
How to bring Life back into
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la, la
Sit in a room so little, no one around, there is only me
And I'm recalling of what being by you used
that I know
{Si Wul med Vi}
A maid dresses me in starlight, I’m led by the guard
To the princess in splendour on a throne
There's new adventures every
lovin' my story
Not in the same category
Got a plan for life ain't boring
Baddie curly hair look foreign
Making big moves, fuck is you doin'?
Can't fumble
all know it’s just bidin’ time
Storm comin’ is you ready if the war comin?
Tell me would you hoard somethin’ you have?
You know we can’t afford nothin’
in the weeds
But as for health, I just never did believe
And so I never prayed myself except to those that prayed for me
The story goes,
Since the moment I entered into the big book of life
The day the story drew its mark
Upon me, like the bubbles in a glass
Of champagne
in the weeds
But as for health, I just never did believe
And so I never prayed myself except to those that prayed for me
The story goes,
Would you read us a bedtime story?
Passed me the pistol
Bam, I look through the door
I see like three, four niggas
Conductor, Conductor, Conductor
just what to say
to get me to make a big mistake with you today
Your voice is low and you sound sincere
You act like you really truly want to be here
Out in Reynold Station there's a trailer that sits back above the hill
White with shutters painted red, a kitchen where we’d sit down for a meal
Me
1:
Chucky
I don't even want it anymore
I don't think you wanna hear stories
Love you like I caught by surprise
Even though you see me as ghost
Another old colonial comes with a hard luck story
"We had a big plantation
We had servants
A smashing view of the jungle
These things belonged
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