Lyrics:
happy at all
The clock on the wall says a quarter-to-three
I got people to see
Meet my friend Clive, start drinkin' by five
End up wishin' I weren't
buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
Like, round one, round two, 'round three
I told you not to ever bring a bitch 'round me
'Cause, ain't no nigga
No, I never was in Vietnam
I never once dove into an empty
swimming pool
I never let the carpet walk right out
from under me
I never painted
took my heart and they stepped on it (wow)
Lately, I've been hangin' by myself, homie (huh)
These fuck niggas made me sick, they got me nauseous (ugh)
friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me
wouldn't change a thing
*Instrumental Bridge*
Chorus 3
You
Look at me
And know
I wouldn't change a thing
Writers
Lyrics by Matthew Braswell and Susan
holdin' out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love
Whereof I was made a minister
According to the gift of the grace of God given unto me by the effectual working of his power
Unto me who am less than
[Chorus]
Praise your God, Lord have mercy
My mother warned me, my father cursed me
Grand design, time to meet yo' maker
Go on honey shake yo'
answer
The world will pass them by
But there's a fire in their kitchen
And the water's three feet high and risin'
My beloved
The only one I see
they probably think missin'
Some screws, but it's these three nails that keep me drivin'
If God ain't with me, I know that I'm gon' fail
And ain't a wish
Carlito by the train tracks
Snipin' bitches out your favorite movies
Totin' choppas last week, open locker, man, they tried to shoot me
Need a hundred
like a clown.
And on the dance floor broken glass,
And bloody faces slowly pass,
The numbered seats in empty rows,
It all belongs to me you know.
Uh, hmm
Hurry up a bit
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Repeat x3]
I like the way you do it, when you do it
When you doin', what you doin'
Check this
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Adrock, MCA and me, Mike
rule
Boys hala me gye wo two
Trap trap trap overdose abonten me ne me crews
Gang
Eno)ma 3koso
Trap house h) matwa ato so
Scam life akata ne y3 thug life
[Latoya Williams]
Ooooh...
Hi, my name is Latoya Williams
And this is a story about; my man
You see ladies, I had this man about, two or three years
l'm from the town drenched in football and rain
that fathered the terrible twins
tom murphy the footballer, playwright and singer
he left
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
sex before they're eyes
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man
Round three o'clock or so, I meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
And conversation
cutters thick as mussel beds
We soon were underway
Around Cape North to East Point
By morning we were spied
But I was well outside
The three mile limit
nine on jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater rite where he
You were huntin’ for a girl like me
Coiled up at the bar down at Aldean’s
One drink turned into three
Couldn't catch the lies between your teeth
in how to ball
Surrounded by niggas that sell
More powder than y'all
Standing like statues and they
Proud when they fall
Til then they selling dope
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