Lyrics:
different things
We were smoking funny things
Making love out by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Mississippi, cover band's sure on point
She on the dance floor, good Lord, droppin' every jaw in the joint
When she flips that switch, I'm off like a rocket
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all, hey
You see, it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C
At a west end avenue at 63
Is
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out
yeah
Like, damn, where can I start? (Damn)
Like, damn, where can I start? (Like, damn)
Wake up and get to the guap
I'm tryna clean up the block
in east kentucky, where the fuck is Jody Husky
I'm davy crocket, my arm's a rocket, on candy mustard, I'm sittin on butter
I might pull up in east
And I'm waiting for my rocket, y'all, hey
You see, it started way back in NYC
When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C
At a west end avenue at 63
Is
feel for you you know what I'm saying
But I've got to do what's right in my head
I've got to ride ride rocket ride
Carry me quick to the one's
where we both could live
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine cM
cnd I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I
just no longer there,
And love comes from the other side of town.
Where love means just an hour with your stand in,
And not an empty house where
the screams
Of rockets flying from nearby
And scared she clings onto her dreams
To beat the fear that she might die
And who will have won
When
And I'm reminded
Of the time that I was blinded
By the sun
It was a welcome change
From the sight of you hanging
Like a willow
Off the arm
Playin' too much of that GTA
Playin' too much of that Dr. Dre
Doom, Quake, where'd you get the gun from, eh?
Really think that metal gonna make you
no, I don't miss him
In fact, it slipped my mind
There's a hole in the bottle of wine (Shania)
I keep my cool, play by all the rules
Hmm, I swear
front of a minivan
For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin
Is fuckin' crazy, do you hear me?
Is fuckin' crazy
I'm ice grillin'
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out
the feds is tappin' phones like secretaries
Shit real like 2Pac's obituary
Killed him, B.I.G. too, but they memory legendary)
And where I'm from, you get
and I own my own shit
I got a bottle of cologne that costs more than your rent
And I came from cement, we the hardest of the hardest
And by now you
Fuelled up and growin' by the hour
Look out
I'm blastin' through the lines
Alive and kickin'
Watch out
I'm young and lethal
I'm goin' from here
leave, look like they soul taken
I got 'em, like, "Oh, baby" (oh, baby)
Chopper for chopper go dollar for dollar
I'm takin' the problems away from my
I was on top of the world, living high
It was right in my pocket
I was living the life
Things were just the way they should be
When from out
Every hustle, we hustle, hustle hey!
Straight from the bottom
Now I'm high as a mountain
From the city where you need way
More protection than a condom
died
Land of the Pilgrim's pride
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring
And the rocket's red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
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