Lyrics:
mine
All white glows, blow out the brain, I lost my mind
Look at me mama, look at your son, look at me shine
Everybody knows I'm kickin' them doors,
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
someday
Big wind gonna blow up, take my blues away
I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
I said I ain't goin' down that big road by myself
If I
the new Spyder
No lie, I'm higher than I ever been
Born rich, born uptown, born to win
Fully loaded, automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint, foreign lights but my
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
Ordinary pain
This little girl mind you will blow
Ordinary pain
But then I blew you out the box
Ordinary pain
When I put my stuff on key and lock
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
low
Young nigga you ain't know when I ride I roll high, man
An' I ain't tellin' no lie, when this shit get in my brain
I drip the grain and fly by, say
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Vici Liberace, I'm rich
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
throw a rhyme away
Round the way these rappers do coke, might blow a line today
Blow your mind away, right by your bae, and by the way
I find a way
miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite your nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
pills for the low
That blow for the low
Young nigga you ain't know?
When I ride I roll high
Man and I ain't tellin' no lie
When that shit get in my
"Hipness is not a state of mind but a fact of life"
He used to say
A big man with a big alto sound
Folks affectionately called him Cannonball
Ordinary pain
This little girl mind you will blow
Ordinary pain
But then I blew you out the box
Ordinary pain
When I put my stuff on key and lock
How many times have
You heard someone say
If I had his money
I could do things my way
But little they know
That it's so hard to find
One rich
get your tables I roast your whole record label kids
Yo E (what's up G?) Bridge
And you blow my mind, baby
And you blow my mind, baby
(Press
miss ya
I blow up spots like little sisters
G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite your nails to the cuticles
Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful
to the groupie
And the Charlie all on my Snoopy
Brothers keep asking Ice Cube yo when will you bust
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now I was taught back
out my mind
Full disclosure
Coming sponsored by no one
Take me over and blow out my mind
Ejected
go somewhere
Get a little crazy
He's rich and I'm wishin', um
He could be my Mister Yum
Delicious to the maximum
Chew him up like bubble gum
I'm his
and promised he'd take special care
So it wouldn't get lost no more
Now, a man don't mind if the stars get dim
And the clouds blow over and darken him
So
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