Lyrics:
Of a boy's empty mind
Oh and now I'm feeling dangerous
Riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Why don't you lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd
gonna bump like this
Turn around, then I make it jump like this (ladies)
You wanna keep that boy, then make it jump like this
Y'all didn't think that
yuh love di yout
And that is the truth
We will find out 'cause you are judged by the fruit
If ya teach dem fi shoot
And turn prostitute
Hang upon
“Well, Roy, just how many girls
You lovin' on these days?”
And he'd turn three shades of red
But if you ask him now
He'll tell you
“Boy, this old man's
you and me wouldn't be here now
Without the boys of the 29th
That flag we all saluted stood for what was right
cnd told us we all fought for home
But
beef with me? Yea, we send shots straight to your medulla (Blow!)
Come talk your shit to my face, 'stead of the fucking computer
That boy broke and he
been? How've you been?
She said, "I been missing that dick on the weekend"
There you go, talkin' 'bout, "Oh shit"
In a car, ride by, nigga playin' my
Takashi Murukami
My boys be on emo shit no Killa Zami
I'm surrounded by shooters who got shooters all on me
And I stay with that pole So I wish you could
Bang out
It's a well known fact that
I've got sick flows
When I come around, everybody knows
Index finger under my nose
When I MC my eyes automatically
Little pig, little pig, let me in!
Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin!
Then I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow, blow, blow!
cnd boy, did the house
(Did me wrong)
Yea that's lust
Can't love a boy that got a girl at home
Is it love or lust ?
Is it love or lust? (I can't trust, I can't trust you)
If
that strawberry roan!
He says, "This old pony ain't never been rode,
And the boy that gets on him is sure to get throwed."
Oh, that strawberry
damn is this the end?
You went and switched on me boy that's some grimey shit
& I was always by your side on some wifey shit
You never saw the things
I said pick me up
When I was at my lowest friends ain't hit me up
You a wannabe cause my girl gone be prettier
I said get me lit
Yo boy throw a fit
on my own two
Boy I say what I want to
Ain’t no label gone censor me
Made a name for myself, all by myself
Being me, and that’s all I’ll be ever be
Try
in got bulletproof glass
Call it lawn care how I cut that grass
All white swag, but your boy ain't trash
Redneck truck when I get that bag
Put it in
Tracey laughs at David's questions, As if she hasn't got a care.
The classroom clowns
Are getting bolder by the minute, You just wish that you
I flow like a demon
Skinning a bitch until excretion
Killing a motherfucker for no reason
A heathen be talking shit and get a lesion
You know that
You want a Rockstar but I'm all that you got
Violent lonely boy who's afraid of the cops
I want to make some music but I know it'll flop
My guitar is
could it be that he catches me
he could be my quiet in the storm
glueing all the pages that were torn
giving me a rush from within
even just by brushing
much
But you're dealing with the Devil
And you just ran out of luck
Please boy, bye
Don't need your lies
I need someone
Who's down to ride
Right by my
People laugh and love and cry and I'm still missing you
The paper boy still comes around just like he used to do
But he's a little taller now and I'm
the world (Eyy)
Enter My World!
Gotta provide for the boy
And give him a life that I never had
Like taking him to a Space Village
Where he could ride with 'em
comfortable all alone to try
Scared to get too close, so I just stay home
Watching reruns of all my favorite shows
So can you come by tonight and watch boy
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