Lyrics:
Mysterious form, soul in the dark
Under this heavy sealing concrete waves
Followed by servants, funeral cortège
This pale ghost is gathering his
And prolly with the same ones
I come in this game with, Im Mobbin' with
All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit
V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A
Want
bag full of money I've got in my hand
Oh, I grew up believing in Jesse and Frank
'Cause I never had nothin' or none to thank
And I came pretty
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour, nine AM
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife
I can tell by the look that's in your eyes
And I'm not surprised
You got to move on like the sun got to rise
I'm just holdin' you down
But
and you put the load right on me
I picked up my bag I went lookin' for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I said, hey
Rosanna makes my day begin
With kisses for a king
And coffee on a silver tray
She sees the shape I'm in
And if she should ever break away
I'd
ever coming back face fact
I can do bad by my lonely I'll do a song with my mother fucking homie
Sang song. dang fong sing a little something. do your
I was ridin' down that highway
Silver Harley by my side
When I thought I saw my lady
She was headed for the Berkely Hill
Pistol on her hip in case
it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have
how you feel about it
Just 'cause I'm in my bag, in my bag, in my bag
You shouldn't feel bad, don't feel bad, don't feel bad
You know it's a wrap,
of syrup
Run up get murked
I got time on my wrist and it's an Audemar
I just spent ten bricks on a foreign car
I got rugs by the door, Versace
it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have
by
The way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
The way we get by
We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some
broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for
by
The way we get by
Oh, that's the way we get by
The way we get by
We go out in stormy weather
We rarely practice discern
We make love to some
to help his mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
'Cause it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It
my name that's on that Jag
So remove your bags; let me call you a cab
Standing in the front yard tellin' me how I'm such a fool
Talkin' 'bout
How
you can't see what's wrong from right
Well shorty 'til you walk a mile in my shoes
And understand this is who I am
Usher I completely concur
Life
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate
my heart
Your melody's an art
I won't let the terror in, I'm stealing time
Through the eye of the needle
My bags heavy
Been filled by me
They
Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin' on my collar
A half a million in my duffle bag (Duffle bag)
Now I'm riding in my Cadillac
fight, come join by my side
Together we can usher in
My endless light
Why must you question my plan
You're getting way out of hand
This is your only way
I spent it all on the bag
On the drag
The sun comes up, the tide rolls out
The trucks roll by the park
Still a park where children play
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