Lyrics:
the aching in my head, seemed to disappear instead
If I snuck a little Jim Beam in my coffee
So I don't think that I've got a problem
I've still got
knununu, kununu
Kununu, knununu, kununu
Day by day you dey burst my bolo-bolo oh
You got me like woah woah woah ah
You feel am abi hmm-hmm-hmm
You sabi
I keep my rims on the rocks
I keep my jims' on the rocks
I keep my drink on the rocks
That's how I'm living 'My life', 'My life', 'My life'
a Glock 9, now the block crying, I don't freestyle, I jot mine
Call me Mr 1-800, all I got is hotlines
These niggas tell so many stories they can overlook
a number an I got in line
They called everybody's number
But they never did call mine
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was
an Egg Queen Jim Croce
I just had to say "I love you"
I just had to say "I love you"
I just had to say "I love you"
I just had to say "I love you"
I just
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
or feast till I make it front street
You won't ever be criticized by a real king
You will never be villainized by ya real friends
When you at peace you
Naw I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Defending what I love, I got murder on mine
Fuck bein' friendly,
tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize (Yeah)
I got wasted (Woah, ayy)
And I'm taken by
and swear to God we got it made
You know we missed you round here Sonny Jim
Come in sit down your tab's been paid
There was always one more friend to call,
Your fans are mine
It’s Vader time
Bout got-damn time
It’s mine
The club is mine
The World is mine
Drake wanna turn us to a
Pop Style
I, I want that
Robertson says that he's The One
Oh sure he is,
If Armageddon
Is your idea of family fun,
An' he's got some planned for you!
(Now, tell me that ain't
Raw game, you can tell by my war scars
Oh Lord, thank God that I got far
Couple of my real niggas in the graveyard
No, I never gave a fuck since
[Jim Jones]
My homey Cash, well he gone for five
Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine
Shit, we live life to the fullest
Three
pull, strive
Hear my My Ass Screaming into the Mic
I got a big red bike
Ride it for thirty five
Minutes on the inside
City Streets aren't safe Besides
framed
Who killed Jane who killed Jane?
Not the Squad kid I think we've been framed
They got me downtown, starin at four walls with one call
Used to wonder when the world'l see like I'm seein' mine
Use to whine
Use to wanna shine
Used to wanna dine
Used to talk to bitches in my mind when
swish)
I got into my boat and I fell into the bilge pump (wah!)
Oh no, I'm being drowneded by the bilge pump (glug-glug-glug-glug-glug-glug)
(Swish), oh
pain swells
I spend all my time killin' brain cells
The light shed on me was a dim gleam
So I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam
Droppin' dots
own time,
And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by,
My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body,
I'm here to make you bleed indeed,
scared to say what you wanna say
Bitch I got a voice
Ya hear me
Lil' homie
We are not the same
Went through that alley by myself
I was the last one left
off your panties
Seat soft and sandy (I really mean it)
Yeah, let's get lost in candy
I got lofts in Boston, Austin, flossin', of course Miami
Reno,
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