Lyrics:
swear this bitch a hub
I was goin through so much and all I needed was a hug
If my eyes is big like Durkios I'm off a couple drugs
I let it rain down
swear it was a path I used to dread
And now all the people I used to try and pass by unseen
Now they kiss me on my forehead
And the cornershop's front
Not to mention
Bitch we in the trenches
30 clip extensions
AR pistols
Beam wit them switches
Don't you think we missing
Everybody I hang around
then baby girl that ain't phony
Probably by yourself right now but I know you ain't lonely
Moving so militant I was thinking you innocent
Sneaking cross
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
her race
Im like fuck it it dont matter
Im just tryna get some face
Shorty opened up the door
And Im like wassup am I late
She like baby come inside
the window
When I speed by
Baby girl, this shit in my genes
Not no Levi's
Bagged a shawty from the three
She stay on the Eastside
Said someday we gotta take
Until I figure out exactly what you left me for
I said I closed the door but I wait right by it every day
My friends say it's not healthy but I keep doing
a dollar
I'm diseased and I'm sloppy
My mind is still ill
There's no fucking cure
But I'm not worried to go outside that door
To be called a whore
To be
worried
3way mama now we praying
Tuck my lama
Streets don't love ya
Gotta make it home to baby
I seen best friends change up for pussy just to not fuck
They
and I remember
And I stay by this door like a kid in December
Hoping you might light my darkness
A gift from the shiny world
One damn beautiful girl
Yeah
to explore
She slowly danced around my head until I laid her down flat on the floor
Baby faced indoctrinations staring through my soul
I think she wants
When I left home I was seventeen
A hundred songs and some gasoline
Windows down in my pick up truck
An ol' dirt road
In the summer sun
A lot
swallow that
I’ll burn you vocal like a bottle Jack
You thought you had the streets
Coz I was gone
Well we just got ‘em back! Homie
You can check my team
my things
And by things, I mean I'm running to grab me another drink
Splash of lime, maraschino and a dash of time
But don't forget the chartreuse baby
Me and you through it all
See I held you down
Stayed by your side
God blessed us with three kids
That you neglect
And project your trauma onto
Go heal
would be
Me and you through it all
See I held you down
Stayed by your side
God blessed us with three kids
That you neglect
And project your trauma onto
Go
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