Lyrics:
memory is surrounded by blood
Sister why or why do we at times mistake a pimple for a cancer
Nananana nananana nanana
So who are they who say no more love
catching the splinters, Armani all on my jeans
I live the life of a winner, she got her claws in my back, I'm feeling like Kawhi Leonard
And I been tickling
firm, some are gonna dash.
Some of them boys just ain't ready for the clash.
When you don't see your life pass you by in a flash.
Cuz others wanna hate
steamin'
When I snap I see red like I'm possessed by a demon
Always been a nigga that can dress clean
Robbin' everyday, I would finesse weed
Never knew
I want what most other men want
2 kids a wife and a life to flaunt
Flat screen tv, a picket fence
401k, a mercedes benz
I always believed it was
She ain't too much on painting up fences
She lives her life in boots and jeans
But she still likes back road romancin'
And she ain't gotta look no
you
And there's red wine by poolside
We'll toast to the bitter end and the best mistake of our lives
They've got a name for you where I come from
You
For a little bush retreat
Where the kookaburras call
Some people like their houses
With fences all around
Others live in mansions
And some beneath
the music on and start to dance
One by one she takes off her clothes
And prances all around the floor
While all the boys are peeking over the fence, saying
to live so fat I gotta watch calories
It's all about a salary and that's reality
I'm a book you shouldn'why judge by its cover hoe
I been getting doe since
in a straight line
So scared I only sleep in the daytime
And even then I can only close one eye
I hear you walk a little slower as you go by
With
heart torn out by somebody you thought was a friend/
And now your trust is worn down or bought to an end/
No pardons can mend it, when you're darkened
scared
And how they bout to lose they life
By fightin on the yard
They looking through the fence
You on the other side
On MTV you makin mils
And still you
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
on the fence, ooh, ooh
It just depends i got OGG up in my hand
She could tell she like it by the scent
I been out of town in my defense, ooh
Lights, getting
up in your feelings
When I'm fucking on your walls
Held the pussy nigga hostage for sittin' on the fence
Hopefully he learns his lesson and don't
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