Lyrics:
seem really
Quite the thing to do, no.
Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind.
And walk down on the street, and leave my blues
really
Quite the thing to do, no
Think I'll drink up a little more wine
To ease my worried mind
And walk down on the street
And leave my blues
seem really
Quite the thing to do, no
Think I'll drink up a little more wine
To ease my worried mind
And walk down on the street
And leave my blues
worried about the price, I'm more concerned with offer
Fresh to death like I got dressed in the coffin
With a party in my pocket
Blue and red dolphins
never let off
Speaking of eagles heres one from a dessert that I will let off
Give me 40 and a mule
Or man slayed by Abe front page todays news
Seen
Fire up the kush she hit it now this?
Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down
See
like Mona Lisa to these bitches
Spray with the smile, DaVinci I paint these lyrics
The bars might make you pay a ticket
Shut down the floor like iss Lake
allegiance
To a red white and blue that's wavin' untrue
Yo, where's the forty acres and a mule, huh?
You rather give us Mickey D's and a tool, huh?
And in
imagine how she look with ked, ass and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cause flat out she get's down
See that ass from the side that's before she
Danielsan
I might just die tmrrw
Ain't worried bout tmrrw
Cuz all I got tonight is my niggas and this bottle
Yeah we rolled up with enough
evryday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4
I'm looking down in a hole. I rest my head on the ground.
I feel so disconnected from myself. The skunk walks by in front of that blue sky.
The air
I don't do enough for you
Without you it's the color blue, ooh
Don't trip, I was in the city, they was talking that shit
Had the homies with me,
the stocks
Stop fucking with thots
Just be about clocks
This world eat us like we tater tots
Cause we not stopping to watch
The shit that's done by these fuck
From hiking like an injured, aimless mule.
Do you get the urge when winter comes?
Cut.
In the blue Canadian winter, I'll follow your trail
Till
4. Lion King morning time score, bird song, dog barking, snoring,
5. Sound professor from Cornell struggling with recording, bird song recorded by
Sipping on drink, I'm moving like a snail
Bitch, I was 18 years old with a bale
Niggas get caught by the law, they gon' tell
Came out that jungle, I run
and you know we pop shit
5200 be my motherfuckin gang, hit my block, bitch
I ain't worried bout no lame hoe
In the whip, out the window, mask down with
hit a lick, I was lit (lit)
Bitch tried to leave, I was down on my dick (dick)
Chanel or Prada, Offset is the dada (Prada)
Worried 'bout my mama, I
heard you going down for fraud (heard you going down for fraud)
Woe SandTan, heard you got blue on blue like Slauson (blue on blue like Slauson)
Woe
energy, your ancestry, and beliefs
When you need to, pull it up by the roots
Plant a seed of, something better
Gather in the, cypher heal the, body and mind
Body
a lovely blue gardenian by her elbow
And on her hips she has the lovely queen of Maid
And right beside her shapely spine
If you see that paramount
You will
a shorty in the passenger, we swervin'
I'm lookin' down at my rug and it's Persian
Count the green, you can say I'm from the forest, uh
Roll with extensions,
But my music they be still feeling
Emotionally declined never worried I be stiff wit it
Found my way to happy ima stick with it
Staring at my wrist like
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