Lyrics:
1:30 in the afternoon
Everybody tip-toeing 'round her, we all know she gonna be toe up soon
Saying all the things we like to say, hope she gets around
piece piece
Yeah, yeah
By any means necessary
Lately two many mommas out here bearing babies
It really ain't safe 'round here no more
Scared
It's the light in your eyes
Things you can't deny
Are the people 'round you
Facing the truth
Time passes by
Time to identify oneself
Realizing that
kickin it live with my homies and me
Just me and my guitar and my little dog peeves
And we're gettin by on the down low
Listen to this music and it
have you ever been put out your house before
I been going through it 8x
2ND VERSE
If they dont call you why you broke they dont fuck with you nixxa
Have you been seeing God like I've been seein' you
We are not exclusive by any means
And you know the rules
Cause we've been playing round
And we've
plastic town that double downs on miracles
Round and round and round such sick cycles
Whoa no no
I'm fearing that a chemical cloud is gonna come and get me
man by night."
You lift me off the ground, then get lost in the crowd
Head spinning like a merry go round
Preached to all of my friends, they said I'm
I think I see how, its finna be now
So I'll stop walking round looking all down
Maybe your just proud, thinking I'm gonna frown
But I uh just been
elmo dangles the prize
Her two mil spins in rumpies eyes
He chases it round running fast
But tell me who's the bigger ass
Bebe bo bo sings his tune
We
of gold
But give me just one dirt road
Hang up mama's clothesline
Between those two pine trees
Lay some round bales in a hay field
And a bridge across
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
See, my name's Jamius, and baby you got it
See, I be the flyest and you take me higher
Oooh, ND from the old school
Put her ass out round two
She'll be
there round about twelve
And he stayed 'till three
And the sun left him down in the valley
But the moon met him up in the hills by the lake
Reflecting
One night we lay beside each other
So close to a sweat
With two fans circling overhead
We sleep on borrowed time
And the traffic lights direct
It's time for a round
Some times I cry for the sane
The sane worth speaking of
Electric misery
Like lightning flashing about
In conversation
No
Firing rounds off a lifeboat
Until they puncture the plastic
Somewhere in the American heartland
Sits an author, pen in hand
Momentarily appalled by her
just a youngin' runnin' 'round
With his mans, hammer in his hands, feelin' like the man
Run, mothafucka, run
'Fore the popo get the gun, put it
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
Round and round my head keeps turning
Like an hourglass filled with sands
In flames the past keeps burning
Burn my body where I stand
No home to call
Stop playing wit it
Let dat liqour go
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
N stop playing wit me
U no dats how I get around
Round
Round
Round
Round
(Oh yea)
Now
(Oh, oh, oh)
In the shadow of ancient stones,
Silent whispers, chilling bones.
Bound by blood that ancestors shed,
We walk the paths that spirits
on another round
And I'm standing in line
gettin' ready for the next time
to take a ride
on the merry go round of life
Just when you think you're almost
a door that spins
Goes in and out, out and in, 'round and 'round again
I live a life these player haters would love to be livin'
Since a kid, I've
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