Lyrics:
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
I'm surrounded by the ocean
I get a feeling, I start running
Don't really know why I am running
I never really know why I am running 'til I get
pleasure
Like every beat is a treasure
Like no one moves at their leisure
I'll take it slow
There's no rush to get low
So stick around for the show
Cause we
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, hah
All on me (On me)
We been stayin' up 'til 3 am ('Til 3 am)
Messin' up my sheets (My sheets)
'Cause you ain't had
Uh
Keep talkin' that talk 'til we catch you out there and tint your lids
I put all my focus on a new way to balloons the kids
There ain't enough
On a tightrope do infamous
Might catch me in a burgundy chair
My shirt blockin'
Fresh with my bandanna and Timbs
We outta there
Pushin' to the limit like Montana
em
Till ya get my niggas out the dungeon
Big boy diamond
Pockets on bbw
This rih here bbd
As u can see
It’s sum yo bitch an telling u
Ha pussy on DVD
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire
tight
But we can't control it (all)
Let it all go by
Til we feel inspired
Cause when you know you know
(when you know, know, know, know, know)
when you
there's levels to this thing
But God got the lever and we won't settle 'til we hear well done from our King, sheesh
Levels, yeah there's levels to this
far away from the gate
And I can't stand it anymore
But I'm still on my own two feet
Just wait 'til we get there
I hear that it's nice there
And I found
of a man inside a flood
He walked all night to get back home
This is the time we must understand just why we submit to command
Way up in the sky forged by
Hey, why you up on this hill by yourself?
Oh, Lucy's coming to see me
Uh, no, she's not that's been a fact
She'll be up here
Look, there she is,
the whip
I ho that's fast and thick, and ain't gonna ask me shit
Get a blasted lip, and she attacked the dick
Yeah bitch
We gon' bust and we gon' rip
like a fresh elle jar
Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
Yessur...
[Bridge]
My nigga close your eyes,
Just picture you're self just
Mhm, mhm
Ooh, ooh
Come to Shillito, we keep on moving
Forgive or forget, she keep on choosing
I just need some distance, you included
I say 'til I
no room for error, M see's will get dropped
Evidence of terrifying threats from heat pressure
Power by strong winds that blew rhymes off the dresser
for that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get over here in a short, 'cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
you won't find us
Sit your pretty little self by my side
Round here we plow up our own fields
And hunt for our own meals
Loaded shotgun in the front
hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not cooperating
of that loving
I'm tryna love you 'til you sweat, give me all you got left
We done started from the bottom, made it to the top step
I do, I do, all I do is
Hahaha it's Gerald and Bobby
It's 2011 'til the day I see Heaven
We weren't supposed to be here, you know?
Hahaha bobby we can pass the baton back
To the hills of the old country
I came in the winter along wi the snow
It felt so familiar but how could we know
That ye oft times get wistful aboot an old glen
on the floor
I was crawling on the ground
A couple of years later, we’re together all the time
I said let’s get married, let’s walk side by side
You said yeah
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