Lyrics:
I went in the classroom one morning
And I was shocked by brand new parents
I don't know there names I call them "Mr. and Mrs. Huber"
I have no choice
No idea's original, there's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around? Material,
Woo
Yeah yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me father
Dear Heavenly Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap, Trap
Ay (Ay)
Ay (Ay)
Ay (Ay)
Ay
down, built me up, drove me crazy
Made me hungry, made you hate me, but fuck love
It don't make dollars it don't make sense nigga
By the way that's DJ
fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dope man's dick
Strawberry, just look
times slippin' by
Yeah I tell ya
I don't even know where last month went
Well I can't make no money baby
Well 'cause my money's already spent
not here
When you're not with me
I'm losing my sleep
Make I no go sick
Because, I know
You're my medicine
A million million million million million
brother I'll make you heal
I'll be so good for you
I could be so good for you, I'll be right by your side
Love you like you want me to
There ain't
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
was very cross the real me
that they just better remember
what happened to Sam the bad cat
that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven
Anyways, call me back
I have this idea
About how I want to end the show
So page me when you get this message, fucker
Oh, and by the way
No, I don't have
Anyways, call me back
I have this idea
About how I want to end the show
So page me when you get this message, fucker
Oh, and by the way
No, I don't have
cool, I refer him in third person
Watch me get this money, I'm up when the bird's chirpin'
Make actions, fuck rehearsing
Nigga, summer, fall,
was very cross the real me
that they just better remember
what happened to Sam the bad cat
that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven
to wipe out all the sad ideas
That come to me when I am holding you
We've got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas
Involving me, involving
on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a
Pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fk wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you know da game
Same shit different hoes
We
Stay by me, stay by me
You are the one, my only true love
The butcherbird makes its noise
And it asks you to agree
With its brutal nesting habits
And we neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we
and make up thats fine by me
Trust me never believe the things you dont see
If you need me you can call me honey
I'm like, 911 what's your emergency?
Hello
to wipe out all the sad ideas
That come to me when I am holding you
We've got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas
Involving me, involving
And when we hop out, yeah, you know it's us
My-My chopper sing like Sia (Sia)
Make a bitch sick, diarrhea (ew)
Dressed in all black, grim reaper (bitch)
I can see the sun
And that makes sense to me
But this feels like one that I can't outrun
Guess I'm runnin' just to see
If anybody out there
Enraptured
But it was only
The beginning
To a lonely end
To a lonely now
Ooo
Ooo
Ooo
Just the idea
Of moving on
Makes me sick
It makes me sick
Just
They make me wanna holler
The way they do my life, yeah
They make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
This ain't living, This ain't living
Nah
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