Lyrics:
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
everyday is 420 every moments Woodstock
everything is good but them haters wish I would stop penetrationg the culture
but I do it til' this Wood Stop, uhh
Diamonds and pearls
May thrill certain girls
But given to me
Leave me cold as the air in December
Decking me up in ice
Will never suffice
There's
falling for facades will get you broken by the real girl
Or every time you try to make a breakthrough
Everything you want it tries to break you that's
can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl (oh-whoa)
But I ain't trippin', I'm a player, I ain't sweatin' him
I sex his
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
it where the weed at?
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass
You know I need that
Now these bitches say they love me
But they're just
Avoiding heartbreak
But I might try and believe in love again
'Cause you are a rare type of girl
All my fears have gone away
After a long time
Looking for
Girl, if you felt everything you heard me say
Turn your feelings in your heart back to me right away
And I'll get it
Do I do (do I do)
What you do
as I get to campus
But right I'm just chilling at the park writing these verses
My goals for album three
Make my best work yet
My best tape ever, might
the queen of Spain, I could have the fortune and the fame
But without you boy, it would be in vain
I just want it all with you
Girl your love means
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
replying
Boys throwin' signs bout to start a fuckin' riot
Bangin', niggas real gangstas in the M-Town
But I'm from the A so this the type of shit I been
on the white walls, do a design in the droplets
Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless
Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album
question
It's terrifying 'cause there ain't nothing to rest in
The sense of a lost direction, it's messy but still I press
And I'm desperate to find
wouldn't make sense
cs if I never said it
I think I lost my mind but maybe on another level
cnd I don't think about much
Other than bass and treble
Looking
neighbors
Jordan made me Bull, but Kobe made me a Laker
Lee Scratch pass, know they crying in Jamaica
The boy stay blessed like the
Wine with the wafer
Live
lamp's been worn down by my fingers
Girl I put you through the wringer
How could I have given up
Everything that I have wanted to much
I've put you
this anytime
Only niggas that don't hear me pennywise
I been fearless man of the house since I was 9
My appearances be rare as albums by
K Lamar I came
I'm fine now
Take all of my money honey, everything's alright, now (yeah)
Keep you in my pocket, cuz I need you
All your clothes are see-through, girl
empty
But still occasionally I would think of how it used to be
How everything was working out so well for me
When it happened
It happened
'Cause
super girl
Don't know how I do what I do
But I can make it all come true
Got the skills, got the touch
Got the sense, I'm takin' off
When I get
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
list in order
This the album of the year by a long shot
Barkin' got your dog dropped
Please don't tamper with my bucks, Mike Alstott
I don't care
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