Lyrics:
Yessee, yessee uh, huh i will do that
What time does the meeting start?
He may be a little late
Because he's writing, writing, writing
But anyway,
Beat a Willie Nelson of the new generation
A risin legacy shoutin across every nation
I need a passport luggage and a new Rolls Royce
50 Billion but I
that I could
Do it, being that I was
A rapper or, you know
All these things and now, because
Of this Adidas deal
They allowed me a little
Bit of oxygen
[Chorus:]
Love don't love me
Is the only thing that seems to hold me
God can you explain why
Love don't love me
Is the only thing that seems
grateful for life, be grateful to life
Be gleeful everyday, for being the best swimmer among 500,000
Benign, be you, be mom's mean pie
Be little black
since I could remember
I had friends I could depend on
Clothes to lend 'em
Money to spend on 'em
But as time went by
My life got a little strange
hanged
By the neck
Until dead
Have mercy
Hey
Wait a minute, hey stop
Would you mind rewinding that last sentence
I mean, hang by the what?
Until
critical
That's why they call me mr. pitiful
A few people know what I'm sayin'
Hmm, to the little daddy shane, you know what I mean
And to my man cool
a star and I pray to God I’m a livin legend
Like Willie Nelson I really felt it
My pen is meltin
Felt the Holy Ghost now I Need the blessings like thieving
Woke up this morning looking at the screen
There's a couple of men talking
I'm not sure what they mean
There's a conversation many men running
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
We stayed up late enough
To see the sun come up
With every touch I seem to fall
More and more in love
It's the little things that mean a lot
A lot
But we so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
They actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
What you wanna do?
What you
She putting her mouth on everybody dick
Hey yo Jackie, finest little thing in 12th grade
Jazzy haircut, Anita Baker fade
But I couldn't get
of chocolate, son
Bitch, I'm Vanilla Ice, ice, Baby Face Nelson
Cornbread fed
Ain't a fuckin' thing you can tell me
Moonwalkin' in the mesosphere
Beats headphones
a little mannish
And you see this bandanna hanging
That means I'm like a bandit (like-like a bandit, bandit)
I got paper, girl
The Lamborghini
With
usually started things off by asking about the avant-garde.
Â?? So, what's so good about new? they'd ask.
â?? Well, new isâ?¦ interesting.
â?? And what,
bracelets and rings
All of the little accents that make me a king
I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
But it's whatever if somebody won't
bracelets and rings
All of the little accents that make me a king
I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
But it's whatever if somebody won't
here flossin', Big Willies, we Willie Lynch 'em
Pull out the chopper, rappers hittin' the ground
Like every bar is a bullet, when I pull it, it sound
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round,
at cha
Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy
Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, kna'
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
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