Lyrics:
I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby she's a Chippewa
She's one of a kind
All my friends call me Bear Claw
The village
no proof
And I'm not afraid to die
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smokin'
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all
She had all that I wanted and more
And I've seen honey bees before
She started buzzin' in my ear
Buzzin' in my brain
Got stung all over
But I feel
best, yo, I can spit
Damn, I'm just like Dirt in the booth
I'm the truth, I don't need to go to church in a suit
Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100
lose
If I lose a hundred dollars
While I'm tryin' to win a dime?
My baby, she's got money all the time
Painted blue i wake up blessed and highly
Favored just to see
Another day was proof that
Second chances come with every sunrise
My life bumps and bruises
Mister Trouble come walkin' this way
Year gone by feels like one long day
But I'm alive and I'm feelin' all right
Well I run that hard road outta
Teacher, teacher
There´s so much I´m longin´ to know
´Cause my heart has been all aglow
From the moment we met
Teacher, make me, make me
Make me
idea
All I know is every time I think I hit my ceiling
I go higher than I've ever fuckin' been
Got no time for no haters in this bitch
the one you love is leaving on
And midnight's another dawn, a hundred miles ago
And every sleepless night I see him
Screaming by the scenery
Not
'Cause she put the heartache in my hundred proof
Well, that Blue Moon signs
Lookin' like a bluer shade of blue
'Cause these smoke rings here
All
by the sound of your voice
I can tell that you have no choice
falling away
wish there was something I'd say
to take it all back
[chorus:]
you shine
Teacher, teacher
There's so much I'm longing to know
Cause my heart has been all aglow
From the moment we met
Teacher, make me, make me
Make me
dimension (yes)
Witness my ascension to the Heavens, right
Like Christ on the third day
I'm nice with the wordplay
Master of all that I survey (come on)
a hundred-and-twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft
I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin' all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed I got the weed
and recognize the alphabet
You can't survive in a room full of Gs
Coached by my Uncle Lil' Mane, I resemble him
They tryna steal the game
And we killing all
measure my footsteps as I pleasure this town
The mean of our heights is divided by the
Nights
Which is timed by the daggers in the root of all our fights
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
It doesn't matter what you did
What you said
What it meant
We're done for good
A hundred per cent
I'm blast proof
I'm bullet proof
I'm you proof
I'm
as gone
And then when Thursday came around, I was all alone
So I went for a drive to clear my mind
Ended up at a Shell on I-65
Then I won a hundred
And all I remember is your back
Walking towards the airport, leaving us all in your past
I traveled fifteen hundred miles to see you
Begged you
My long and lean and hungry looks really used to turn her on
Till she found two hundred pounds or true love muscle and bone
I made up my mind
the things you used to do.
The cadillac moved to a hundred and four
My Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more
It got cloudy and started to rain
Tooted my horn in
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
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