Lyrics:
tryna see what works
Put it out there this your heads up
I be like hence forth go repair your lucks
Or you get curved at the curb like why you all tensed
staying where Steven Wynn is,
now thats a table full of winners,
don’t chop just knock before you enter,
I play my cards right, you see them four guys,
been thinking
I might i been
I might run away i been stuck in my head I been thinking
Popping beans yeah they change By the seasons
All this weed
beats
Our parents are sharp like cactus's
And you can tell by chips, we sleep on mattresses
Dimes flooded out in the hideous
Shit you see in
wit' me?
I don't got the time for that
Might need me a refund, haha
I'ma need that time back
You say you'll try
I've heard that line a thousand
talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin'
Or would knock me off my grind
They only love you when you shine
I need you to ease my mind
I know them cops wan blow my mind
They tried to do it back in
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it
I guess we all know it
Hand in hand we stand while we watch you flow
Heaven can you help us, where we can't go
Covered by roses
When this
the one to top
This is after earth cuz man this shit got hot
Man I'm hard to miss just like when Chris got rocked
Lift off
If you make a joke I might get
Well I'll bet my Maria's got an elbow full of lonely
Now here's a little prayer so that she might get some sleep
Don't let her face get skinned by
But you better watch out
Who you let cut in
'Cause you might loose your baby
To your best friend
Well, waltz me once again
'Round that dance floor
Make
your girl's standing by your side
If you made it out alive
I don't wanna know...
This one's for the losers
This one's for the losers
This one's for
'd like to fuck your head with a cigarette
Today
Hey Hey Hey Hey
I don't need you or anyone at all
Hey Hey
I just don't know if I can take this anymore
Hey
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I didn't really know this kid
Though I sit by him in class
she said
Quarter to ten in the morning he knock his whole class dead
Creep on this, baby, I'm wasted
Make an example of me for every frat in the nation
The more that you have
The more that they take
Well, I'm perfection when it comes to indiscretion
Might fuck around and just succumb to my
I'm chasing this cake, ain't tryna be fake
You make a mistake, you might catch a case
You should take a break, you make that ass shake
Blow up in my
Whole lotta pain I pour This henny For my sorrows
Hit a bitch forget Her name By tomorrow
Niggas flexing with A fit That they borrowed
Trap talk move
is over now
Violently want to leave
Reviving a human
Who might be unused to let go (and)
For a moment I need you
This will be my way to thank you
you faggots to breathe
And I might murk two in the new Smurf blue
2002 BM wagon with the B's (unuh)
All my niggas with guns
Keep busting them
All
Yeah! Uh!
Yeah, you gotta look,
You gotta follow me, what I'm doin' rite here mayne
Like when I say this shit is crazy,
I don't mean it's crazy like
Grey floaters inside my eyes
And visible when you look into a clear blue sky
Memories of days gone by
Activated by a mirror ball shining bright
In
anybody tell me how I ended up this way?
I never saw it coming, no I never had a clue.
But you hit me so hard, I was blinded by you.
Hands gripping on my
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