Lyrics:
is burnin', feet fail like why are you trippin'?
Move on
[Hook: Nasty Boi]
How could I go wrong?
When there's so much left to say
And how could I've
I've been wrong but to not be done
Because I am a lot of things but one thing I am is far from done
I am far from done
Like the Prodigal son
Dirty feet
reading a Drake book
Put 'em all in one then the choruses begun
Did it fourteen more times, fuck it I was done
Left the patient man stunned by the one man
landlord dead
Now I've got three meals and a roof over my head
Cash is made in lump sums as street bums eat crumbs
So I defeat scum as I beat drums
could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up, but I tried
I've always
the victim
And you know Parker slaughtered this one
Hop on the track and we get the shit done
Ghillie the shit and he's
Known to twist tongues
Turn your
Yeah my baby she put me on
My babys never done wrong, yeah always been by my side
All them haters, we prove em wrong, that's why they don't like our
wrong and I've got nowhere left to hide
It's for my own protection but I've done nothing wrong and I've got nowhere left to hide
It's for my own
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
done got an early release
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't
know was get out and get it
I stay on the grind all night â¬"til my feet go numb
Blowinâ¬" moâ¬" weed than Cheech & Chong
Livinâ¬" by the motto: To each
I can't believe that we done fell off
Some times I sit back and reminence bout the times we was young
From the times we were smaller
All winters
to make them smaller than they are
Lyrically ripping them to shreds so gritty, bitch
YOU are my problems, gotta tear you apart
I'm surrounded by death, my
wrongs to rights
I've been dancing with the devil
Death is one hell of a price
I done came up from the struggle
Made my way through trouble
Sacrificed
done got an early release
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't
in my face, so gimme three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
[Chorus]
Don't push me 'cause I'm losing my head
The way I live I might end up dead
I can't ever forget the crazy things that I've done
A young gang-banger
even yet begun
To become
Some sorry sad sack on the run
I’m a f*ck-up through and through
I feel I’ve messed up, done wrong by you
And I’ll say it first
the funk
Step up to the front
No you can’t tell my life
If you had these Nikes
God damn, that boy got a head
And he 20 feet tall, not a flex
You do no wrong
To walk away
So girl lemme say that
I apologize
For all of the wrong
That I've done to
You're all that I've got
I'll give you three reasons
HOW HIGH
By Victorya
Hook//
How High (How High) can I get tonight?
To forget what I’ve done
No regrets
Not a one yea
How High (How High) can I
I'm gonna pick up the pieces
And build a Lego house
If things go wrong we can knock it down
My three words have two meanings
There's one thing on my
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
And all I've been for the past eight years is nothing, is nothing
And all I've done this past week is cry about it, cry about it
My hands are burnt from
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