Lyrics:
A man took an ad on T.V.
To enrol in the police academy
He's very talented, outstanding proof
From his clean-cut appearance to the shine on his
I come from Tin Pan Valley and I'm moving right along
I live on former glory, so long ago and gone
I'm turning down the talk shows, the humor
your kids out like a babysitter
I'm a grown man, but I'm young in the mindstate
Live in every borough but New York my tri state
Test me, you nothing
Oh, I saw the damage in you
My fortunate one
The envy of youth
Why would they
Tell me to please those
That laugh in my face
With all
home nigga
I got a fever bitch, hot outside I got a fever bitch
Feeling sick I gotta fever bitch
In these Philly streets situations is
Police ain't
go)
(You Crazy)
I'm in here with my crew yelling fuck these other niggas
I did search around the city, can’t nobody do it bigger
Poppin' bottles errday
to see,
The one that I love but can never find.
I called up a close friend who lives right by her
I got the message he was out too,
I was suspicious are
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
sorrow?
Pain in a bottle with desire
Look up to Rallo, I wanna own the hood I put on
Put on like cologne, I wanna show you you don't need a loan (don't
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
call
My down bitch, one who live by the code
Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road
Lotta quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
Exotic
goin', yeah)
Opps in the streets, get shot by police, I'm tellin' a dead man's story (ooh)
So much trouble out there, the way that they playin' not fair
times they cut off all communications first
Carlton Fisk the boogeyman, live in the flesh
It's a zoo, when animals kill, they callin' the vet
If you
My motto is "live by the bottle"
So why is my supply low?
Bring in a truckload with a high-low
Stay grounded but I still reach for the sky though
the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
You wonder if I'm better off
With freedom now to do the things I choose
With
castles, I ain't sniffin'
But baby that plate in that one movie is trippin'
So, I invite her over to my party
Blonde hair, long legs, a real live Barbie
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
Club, can't chill in here
Gold bottles of that bubb', y'all spillin' beer
The boy only pour on that ace of spades
Forbes Magazine homes - soon to grace
Nursery
School to be a head doctor, oh!
I’m that message in the bottle that
You read but didn’t follow
Now yo head is filled with hollows
And you layin’ in
an erection for it
Like go to Vegas, fight police, not get arrested for it
The smoke, I'm runnin' to it, trouble with and devoid
And, hell, they blow it in
Well my brother says I can't live in the past.
But when you're more depressed by what's ahead
You start believing in old dreams very fast.
There
drawn
Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on
And we'll be drinkin' 'til six in the mornin'
In the back of the club with ma-ma
Poppin' bottles
pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums ---
Sabotage your gardening tools.
And I live down the end of your road.
By day I am a real estate
crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand,
Least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew
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