Lyrics:
the cheek, give a hug, snug
No grudge, til you turn your back and learn the facts
It's called learn the truth
The tree is only known by it's fruits
was right, but I kept it all inside for you!
Am I fat? Do you think I'm fat?
Do you think about that? And do you like it like that?
Yes! Yes! Maybe!
believe I'm leavin'
Pack up my belongings then it's off into the evening
Now I haven't exactly been embraced by the populace
Set sail upon the seven deadly
to catch you in the corner of my eye
I know you're gonna darken up my door
Well I got that old time feeling babe
Well it still ain't passed me by
Well
hole
Paid in full, bitch I think I'm Rico
It's Rozay, I sold food like C Lo
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo
taken in
By the wrongs that we right
Then I move on
It's got me goin'
It's got to show up this time
The more you think about it
Get up, get up, get up,
See this is where it all begins.
When you start to find the one.
You got your eyes set on a brand new G.I. Joe.
The coolest toy under the sun.
And you
this
Reminisce 90's when big L was lively and ask about hip hop it all went to shit
Puff puff pass
Puff puff pass
Are you high enough
I'm just getting
to pastor imposter master
Roster of lost catchers think God of a Taskmaster
Real cost is tossed disasters contrasted by lattice patterns
Compacted by
What will people think
When they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak?
What will people do
When they find that's it's true?
Separated, I cut myself clean
high
All the freaks get geeked when I come by
Um, I think I see one I want, I'm
Gonna try to make the best of the first night
Ya heard right
Tell them
bitch, she asking me what do I call her Tesla for
Because that ass fat and move by itself like Tesla cars
I'm a god in my bitch eyes
40 in a box, if they
I felt about you
I think we both realize
It's all about time
It's all about time
I haven't seen you in a while
But now I'm writing you a song
Love has
And my pockets big big, yeah that's a fat hoe
Yeah, that's a fat hoe
And I'm in this bitch leaning like I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah and my heart slow
I
back like joe mixon
We slut that bitch out she was a video vixen
You tryna be gang you pay yo admission
Baby girl this fat qwan you gotta pay yo whole
Red and dead laying dead in his bed
Biggie got fat from being overfed
Then got shot with a
Red bullet of led
What about me
Will I fall flat like flat
Say I ain't workin' here no more
Who do you think you are?
Rip your apron off, throw it on the floor
Run to the door, to the payphone
Make
You made people, cry
About the tragedy
It's hard to think
How bad it could be
It's not in sympathy
That we care about things like this
And it still
everything about my own
Can't let it be
When least expected there she is
Gone the time and space that separates us
And I'm not safe
I think I need
And I been in my head again
Oh no no don't think about it
Wake every morning
Just contemplate my head is crowded
Everybody got opinions
I think I
[Chorus]
When I'm without you, I think about you
Baby boy, all day
There's something about you, I like about you
Something about your ways
When
Well I used to be a listener - there was nothing left to get
About what you are and what you haven't been yet
And some of them like to tell
about love
I don't care bout your past, baby I'm tryna build with you
It's us against the world, the one that you deserve
Never will I cheat on you, I
you're running out of time, don't wait another day
Tell them that they are all you think about, yeah
Tell them that life's no good without them
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