Lyrics:
Waltzed into the door, at Duffy's Gun Store
Breezed up the floor, with my buddy Brenton
For us fun was checking out guns
The agenda today, one by
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
at?
Have you guys seen Danica anywhere?
No?
Okay that's too bad
Hey Erica, what do you think the Album's about?
She Doesn't Know
She Doesn't Know
That's
album drop, just watch, they act all buddy buddy
Yeah
Time flies by when you doing what you wanna do
Years go by when you doin what you wanna do
I been
just moved back to Nashville for the forty-second time
Introduced himself as "Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?"
He was back without a vengeance, he
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
you’re not enough
You won’t wanna get this album done
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world
Not for my friends, or for the girl
So, buddy, just stay
I'm not really worried bout no algorithm
Only wave that I'm on is my album rhythm
Looking to the sky saying Abba fill em
Show me where to go
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
you twice
Think again before you come for me, move better with ya life
Don't call me gang or twin, we don't know dem guys
Sleep, we got to show dem guys
broken by the politics including mine
We need to fix this
I don't give opinions because
They are commonly
Agreed upon i say what I feel
I feel
tick, tick, boom
Buddy I'm bout to go Kamikaze
Time to get rowdy
Look what I started
They said if I sign my name on the dotted
The label would throw me
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
the trap spot
(Trap spot)
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self
(Damn self)
By my damn self, out there by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
And figured we wanted to go somewhere
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet
We had a little bit of money
This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel
No really thank you
(Y'all better hear this shit)
I felt so inspired by
girl crazy she fuck without sheets
Ice on my fingers ima turn up the heat
Lights off its horror night now it creepy
Three albums worth my evil cuisine
gave you guys my heart
In each and every show
And I sing, yeah, I flow, yeah, I sing, yeah
I flow i packed up all my bags and
Then I hit the door
I
(Pow, pow) from yuh love mi buddy
Warning sign fi a guy weh a come fi mine
From yuh jump di line, yuh muss get carbine
Waterford dem thugs nuh tek talk
winning? Just
So that a nigga in the street
Can give me a fucking dap?
The same niggas that didn't buy
My album any fucking way
That downloaded the shit? Get
there's a vendor in the park
Taps the day away and heads home by dark
Said he played the skins in a motown band
At the newport jazz shook buddy's hand
doesn't matter what skin you're in
Big yellow taxi cab passed me by
Stopped on the next corner to pick up a white guy
The color of you, the color of me
You
dislike
Just like Taike The Dyke
Don't even get me started about Devin
You wanna know who's better? 107
Friends with a fat guy like yo name is Kevin
So fat
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