Lyrics:
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Pretty Bitch Bossin'
Feel like Bob Ross
Cos I paint a picture perfectly
With my eloquence
I'm making 5 star poetry
I write a verse
Then you recite
ode hw3 my eyes only
Big men real talks for here no be any long story
Sellout the team and you up on the list you getting killed slowly
Bisa nay3kyer3wo
never seen dirty
Told me meet him at the waffle house, he got a clean .30
On my Domino's shit, only took a mean 30
My folks always on time yeah I'm
Shoulda been a calculator
I'm so cold with this shit, count it in the refrigerator
Jewelry store, green bob bought my first Cartier
Threw em 30 thou
No freeway , take the back road
Why you hating, homie? I did what you asked for
Made a couple hits, now I got some plaques for
My future fam, cause
Cars go, “vroom.”
Some cars go, “beep beep.”
Birds go, “chirp
Some birds go, “tweet tweet.”
I banged on the door.
I slapped my feet on the ground.
accident it was preferably
I'm just speaking on my pain, this what be stressing me
Depression had me by the collar, it was oppressing me
Trying to tell you I
at the Laundromat is convenient
But not very punk rock
My job is to arrange things
Created by other people
Capitalism is the most natural of all social systems
shit hurt my heart
I did a show, they let some shots go by the car
I'd be lying if I said it ain't leave me scarred
I'd be lying if I said love ain't
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
Ha, peek-a-boo, bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I'm
the long run
But bitch I'd rather do it by my lonesome
It's Bob Almighty going down like the London
Boy you burn your bridge you know you on some
Tried
single threat has lelt a shriveled yek
I walked the trailer park now I rock a tailored scarf
Pulled up in my car and it nearly made em barf
What
you can't trust nobody
I hold my own strap
They ain't gotta hold that for me
And slide by my baby momma crib
With the mac on me
Man since her cousin in
food.for our dinner.
i have cried my self to sleep by the cold sea,
with no coat or blanket or dime for the phone,
and awakened in the warm sun,
in his arms,
A trophy
Lets go turn up
But don’t Ode
Dubski in a bob
Ginobli
That shit kicking back
Like kofi
I’m confused
Huh
Rick ross
Cause you stupid
(ha-ha)
Something
On and on n'...
This is an ode to my homies
A.l.e.x.
Y'all let's do this
I get by – with a little help from my homies
Gon' ride – with
tried to scream fuck you but blood was pouring out my mouth
Evan Dando never planned on telling you the truth
And your Leonardo ID card is your fountain
running in
Perverts lurk by bathroom stalls
1:30 a.m. Evan Eckstrom calls
To tell me how his ex is serving
Vengeance, oh so cold
The backseat
car seat (Screaming)
Wild! So crazy! cnd so exciting!
I risked my life to craft a storyline that looked enticing
I was a character in my own movie
and the night show,
My car low, When I speed, I hug the road,
I bring drama whoever want it, Can get it though,
I been wearing gold,
Ice on, wrist froze,
Right
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