Lyrics:
hope we can make up in the A.M
‘Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright,
Gonna put the world away for a minute
Pretend I don't live in it
Sunshine gonna wash my blues away
Had sweet love but I lost it
She got too close
at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It won't last them long
I don't rock with niggas, I don't need me a click
But I keep 30 on me, Like I just sold a brick
And my bitches call me Usher
Cuz I’m all in the mix
nigguhs pursuers
And plan to hit harder than a jab
From Zab Judah
Steady smoking on buddha
I ain’t know what else to do
Locked in a room where pity was my
the heat on high
Stars all aligned in a runaway sky
Holding my hand as the miles roll by
Long gone baby
Lets get out of this town tonight
Nothing but
true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again
I wanna run away
Every car that I ride, clean from bumper to bumper
Every time that I slide, throw my top in the dumpster
I'm OG, yous a youngster, got more guns then
to help his mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It
mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It won't last
mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
For it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It won't last
I pulled in to Nazareth, I was feelin' 'bout a half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey mister, can you tell me where
So round, so firm, so fully packed, that's my gal
So complete, front to back, that's my pal
Toasted by the sun and I'm a son of a gun
She don't
Just ride my rollercoaster, yeah
It's Big LD up in the Escalade You know I brought my toaster, yeah
It's Big LD, lil' boy, I'm back in my bag Never no
from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Blue cheese in my off whites
I've been drinkin' Codeine all night
Got your bitch out the DM, put
the heat on high
Stars all aligned in a runaway sky
Holding my hand as the miles roll by
Long gone baby
Lets get out of this town tonight
Nothing but
the times gone by
Hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
Come apart at the seams
And shatter my dreams
It's all in the mind
Ooh yeah, it's all in the mind
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, holed her down with the fifth by my side
Me and miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird a that came
In the hydro
a blanket
Your spirit can sit and watch TV by my side
'Cause, baby, I ran through a time when I felt you were doing it
I couldn't handle it, I was in
that)
Now the bags come in by the max
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
Ayy, ayy, raise your racks
boyfriend of mine)
So many days you passed me by
You saw the tears standin' in my eye
You wouldn't stop to make me feel better
By leavin' me a card
It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind
the fifth by my side
Me and miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird and the 'caine
And the hydro flow that I brought to the game
I could go mo' but I'm
(EarDrummers)
Ain't beat a bitch in a motherfuckin' minute
I'm back puttin' hoes in the ground
First nigga play with my motherfuckin' paper
I'm
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