Lyrics:
close your eyes
Let the madness pass on by
Loosen up your golden hair
Stroke away my every care
There's no comfort in strangers
That I can't find
know is ball
We work and and play hard nigga fuck the cost
Put that ass in a wraith bet you ain't never seen stars like this
All these bitches be on my
wanna know
When I treat it like it's gold
Should I still be feeling low
Down , down
My town still knows
Cuz I treat it like it's home
How you feel I'll
the blunts
What's up, Arch?
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you?
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines
Radio on ten, factory
an innocent man
Til you threw my heart
Into that minivan
Straight as a paper cut
Workin' in the Dells
I felt the heat buildin'
Like a thunderstorm cell
I
told Billy Ray in his red Chevrolet
I needed time for some thinking
I was just walkin' by when I looked in her eye
And I swore it was winkin'
She
My mouth was just as dry as the tampon dispenser
In the women's bathroom at the oceanside bus station
A constipated woman barged in on me and said
the rainy night she walked in
Took off her shirt like it was nothin' at all
Oh, oh what a picture
Everyone assumed she'd been drinkin'
When she pointed to her
for a couple of days
We'll have to build a shelter, but I'll do at least half the work
You can make us breakfast wearin' nothin' but my shirt
Well I've got a long black six passenger limousine
A palace in Dallas a club in New Orleans
Diamonds on my fingers silk imported clothes
And I can
possibly get some brain
I may pick your brains (brains), I'm the man of your dreams (dreams)
You like me you wanna be wifey and join my team
So I can
and Heaven?
Nothin is that ir-rel-ev-ent, you must find yourself, your intent
Don't commit thyself, 'cause another nigga done did it
In and outta style like
crossed out mine
I can't believe I got all made up
Put on this dress that you love
Only for you to go and pretend
Like all those years meant nothin
mug
I think this Grand Theft Auto
I think life a game
You on the side of me, like, "Bitch, you wanna race"
My life is Grand Theft Auto
I'm off all
singin' like the choir
Wanna see, you're life as a blur?
I been a thug, bitch, at my prior arrest
Can't cuff a ho nah, now I got a check
Used to call
clown
I like to think I'm like Kenny Rogers
When I stay out late at
Night and play my songs
But this song is no "Lady"
In fact, they're all quite shady
I
catch him and his partner
For my murder man (murder man)
He doin' his murder dance (murder dance)
Got that switch up in his hand, lurkin', tryna bust
on breath-work, uh-huh
Did you get claw hands?
Tell me, did you feel like a lobster?
Or an ancient plant?
I kinda feel like that without trying, ah
Not on my
Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my
There ain't nothin' in the world
That can take away my memories
Of my travels through the great northwestern
Mountain scenery
With my woman by my
(This a Nitti beat)
Yeah
Yeah, bitch (yeah)
Bitch, free my brother (yeah)
Bitch, free my brother
Bitch, free my brother, nigga
Bitch, free my
I've had enough
Playing nice
Yea I'm hated by most
So Now I'm cold just like the ice in my veins
You've spent your life playing the victim
Throw
did work
They said, "It's only one in a million," I touched a million by the first
Got in music for my fans I got no doubts it'll work
Long as I'm
news, no one's tuned into your telecast
Now niggas tryna find the lab I was developed at, imagine that
Ice in my veins like I'm Russell, Now I got
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