Lyrics:
See, his father was an athlete wants
To see his son the same
Wants to see him touchdown
Takin' down them other dudes
Added to the scoreboard, sayin, "Son
the only one on stage
cs they watched as her soul leave her body
To the sight of her son's
Blood drip blood drop
You mudda buss de door
Complaining bout
birthday (Yeah!)
That's right, this is the day I was born
The music is my mama, I'm the son of song
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Papoose]
Who's that with
two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
My dearest, Angelica, tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
I
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
you back door by your circle
You live by the gun, you die by it comes full circle
Then end up get buried by the one that birth you
Only on a shirt
of God into
Some kid at the door
Come on in, boy, sit on down
And tell me about yourself
So you like my daughter, do you now?
Yeah, we think she's
the head to the feet
Going out sorry that could never be me
Fall down down twice and I stand up 3
Flight to Chicago when I gotta get right
Tequila
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
will I die?
-Homie only God knows
How long will I live?
Tell me...tell me...
(Verse 3):
I'm in so much pain it hurts my heart to wake up
I've done lost
I'm sorry, son, but it's your father, had a heart attack
I'm sorry, he's gone, 36, getting pissed off abusing this product
37, eyes glazed,
you turn off (turn off)
You act aggravated and you burn off (burn off)
I'm from Houston and I get hyped (real hype)
Freak a lotta girls cause I'm
the bones
Yo, bzz, bee got a buzz, we get a whole lotta love
I go beyond and above, the prodigal son
This was my logical plug
I gotta dub
When I need it,
I have a tale to tell
I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air
Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat
I looked into his eyes
man a use money fi attract young girl
Tie down mummy, son, you is a messed up girl
She never want the youth
But from me get the bus
Dem get envious
No
like james dean
Where you're going
Some quiet plot in your hometown
cnd your kids have got their lives
cll your sons have got their own wives
So you
Never will I be grounded for disposal
Everybody be astounded by the mogul, Tech N9ne
No more saying, I can't afford this
Even when I was down, my plan
governing
Burning down individuals, endeavors, if you a clone, then you can own equitibles, pharmaceutical
Dispensaries, from the low key, I'm smoky,
out
Stimulate the left and right
Hopin everything just pan out
Cuz my blessins come from Jesus
But they say that 3's a crowd
That's the Father, Son
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father beats
down orally from my great-grandmother Nem
It used to be public pools
Kids loved to swim 'til the summer's end
Now it's enough poison in the water
coming A shooting comet you wish that I wasn’t closer to The SON Love the love that I crave from the One of three of OnE till the grave wait no nope I
boys never on the grind
Like I born rich fuck the poor
Life aint fair my belt from dior
But you slip out at the front door
If i make it through i'm
to uncover sons that lost mothers daughters that lost father's and sisters that lost Brother's it's time to recover awaken from the sedation the spell we under
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