Lyrics:
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
no one could give
No one knows about you and me
Saab! You shine me the light and lead me to God
Every lesson you taught has melted in my blood
It’s
Lost on the way
Oh well won't dwell
Learn more from love
Than you can teach
Raising my upper bound limit
By any means
Don't want to hold us back no more
In the industry
I don't give a fuck what you did
This is my house
Take off your shoes when you walk in my crib
Niggas talk crazy to Hitman
And I
gorditas"
Bring all your dogs, I give 'em rabies
They never had a chance like my two aborted babies
Got Pope John Paul the 2nd, praying to Satan
Have your
were supposed to be so tight (so tight)
I know you’re always down to ride, that’s your pride
But just give it couple years and you’re a stranger to my
do
Mr. President how the fuck are you
People are dying but I see that your good
Your possessed by your wealth that we need in the hood
I'm like
like you're the only one there
Unrepentantly self centered and unfair
Enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop
Exit Mr. Eye contact
Who took
time I come out here, and make a song I give my heart out
And you really wanna talk about some practice man? (You talking about some practice)
Just for
. Big Stuff, you're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I've seen you with
I know you broke their hearts
And went after another bit by
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
you think you can hang"
"I'm out for dead fucking
Presidents to represent me"
"yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do
My
thirsty, Mr. Mr. Controversy,
Now I wanna beg for mercy, should of took my ass to first
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality,
How the fuck we
fucked up questions
What to teach you a lesson
And all I'm doing is stressin
Why cant I walk away
I just don't understand
Cuz my brain don't operate that
as fuckin' big as I seem
When I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene
A couple presidents, literally live in my jeans
I give 'em residence, they
With the Triple 6 wicked ass shit
[Mr. Shadow] - Verse 1
I got you looking out the window
POW you here the noise of my squad as we enter
We blew up
was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give
so good to be back..
I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my
can't you tell?
Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle
Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle
I don't give a fuck how
think -I think I'm a
Better human being, you know, because of her
And because of my daughter and
I have, you know, always someone to think
About going
I'm too used to doin' shit that I do
You niggas get up off my dick
About that auto and tune
All I do if give shit in the booth
Niggas don't make sense
these days, and it
Pains my soul to even have to say this shit
Slave in the matrix, still set upon makin a statement
And I'll never fake it until I
I got no choice but to give you what I know rhyming
I stand on my own nobody cosigning
No big established rapper or producer
Put me on, I had to go
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