Lyrics:
na na
Na na na
Na na na
Imma keep having fun na na
Imma just be myself na na
Growing up as a kid people thought I was Maori
Yeah I get it I done kapas
but
You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food
And pay my rent and reproduce then feed those kids
And maybe use a sextant
I don't
I'm not for everybody but i am what i is
I jam with my hits, cus how else they gon dance with the kid
Beat the beats red til they holding hammer
stories about the cast in his arm.
Nobody gave a damn, so he walked Jennette’s direction to tell her where Johnny was.
But Chris wanted more
than
(????) on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In ya backyard
as a casualty on the dance floor
I'm an addict, strung out on dopeness
But you can't chew, sniff, or smoke this
If you want to get high step by
Yo nahmsayin?
Yeah she'll take you out too kid
Take this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent
Watchin' old seventy
I've heard dependence is weak
That I shouldn't need anybody else
They say a powerful girl
Can conquer the world if she's by herself
My roots
that your kids blessed
You think that I sweat money the way that the kid dress
Show them I get checks just look at the wrist (Yes!)
My jewels the color
only an 8-figure, back me up
I been sent by an angel to snatch you up
Take you way above the clouds and back you up
At night you can lay in my arms feel
just like the first verse
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
Yellow like my Harry Winston glistening arm B
Yellow like New York City
Was Angry at my pops
Why
He never came through
So lets back up just a bit
See I grew up as a kid
Not knowing a good example to follow to begin
My dad
Ey ey
Gcwala ngami ngigcwala ngawe
Gcwala ngami ngigcwala ngawe
Gcwala ngami ngigcwala ngawe
Ey gcwala ngami
I used to be the weird kid (used
Dylan,
he was consumed by Dylan and Gregorian Chants. God, the sounds
that came out of his attic bedroom: scared the hell out of us kids some
nights. There
sheep by the hour sheaves kneel
While I sleep my fate sealed watch me
I minute more than most can't stop me
Every second gets better
Think I'm finished
pull my dick out to piss on money trees
And bad bitches, you wouldn't understand kid
Cause you never had bitches
I played the back block and the Porsche
on a couch with my mother
And death was hanging heavy in the room
But Jesus making all things new walked right out of a tomb
And sat by my side sharing
I am, why I'm
hiding again, try to keep my kids in nines, keep my kids in nines
I'm alright, as the faded signs of my past life push on by
I'm
On guard on God
I remember boxing in the front yard oh nah
Nobody had any headgear on our palms
Worn heavy in them sweaty 16's
Our arms more
on ‘em by pagans
They clowned spit on ‘em, cost of the salvation
Of you and me, and the little ones we bear
In arms like guns Dem’s tryin’ to declare
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
of your arm, it's that ghetto type of charm
That makes all the homeboys swarm
Can I drop the bomb? Oh yes I can
Move with the groove, smooth like Geechie
roll down
Feelin' like kids for the rest of our lives
Hopin' in the mornin' I'll meet her
But for now I'll just be lonely
And my arms will feel so bare
relief but you can't find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
I know the feeling, you wish you'd been warned
Now you and I are brothers in arms
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