Lyrics:
anymore
I think about the things that
You and I would do together
But the thought of you just makes me want to die
I can't help but scream like
dees hoes
Um, well some of these niggas will jack but these hoes a jack too
They be like lemme borrow your pencil so you can jack who
Now, um what
People around the world every year, always ask me, why do they call you the queen of Christmas? And it's really not an answer I can give in a sound
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"
Well, what did you have in mind?
"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By
what to do
I could tell you to rob or steal or kill
that's like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill
For being the first person on this little earth
what was to become of me
With no one to care would the murderers succeed
Would they crouch at the doorknob and get in
Would you receive a call from some
find
Over 50 restaurants owned
By 50 black women i didn't say minority
And I didn't say women of color
So after you burn down your
Own home what do you
time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi that
write fact most the time cuz i fill my lines with most rhymes that i live by goodbye i don't need your hate, why would i try to make you to take my side
take that chance, roll the dice, broken hearts, broken homes
You're not from here, you won't know what it's like
Jack's as cold as ice, he's lost his
Two
Two
You rather type it than live it
Shit been on my mind for a minute
The neighborhood hero but feel like a villain
Way shit playing out would
that, punk?
Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man
What you aimin that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go
wait ‘til I’m famous
Bet you a grand, they come out and would accuse a statement of a abuse
So they can get paid and sue me for what I’m makin’
all of you guys say
Whether I'm not around
Or I left the room
Just wasting away
But if you need me
I'll be
In my room
Listening to
Jack Johnson's
making miss, huh never mind
Look like a fool, yeah this what I do, yeah
If you ain't riding with me then I throw up the deuce yeah
I got the juice yeah
long, fateful night. Now, think carefully, Jack
Would you do the whole thing all over again
Knowing what you know now, knowing what you knew then?"
where I'm goin so I dotn even need to look
I should probably do a show you know
But id really rather read a book
So, pay me lots of money now
I'm done
Give it a break, you're almost an adult and what do have to show
You've kept your nose in books for so long, your childhood is letting go
You're a burnt
to holler
"come on, Jack, come home"
Come on, Jack, come home
Now I know you don't need to
But if it would please you
You can stop by later on
And I'll fix
catch you moving
Red eye, swing by, I barely pressed it
Zooming unky in the kitchen with some dog
Finna step into it
European sneaks on but the necklace
comes to life through these sequences in life
Nightmares when I shut my eyes right now I would rather die
Let out that evil inside of me
These days I do
Cause you knew that fuckboy was more your taste
But knowing you and what you'll do it's hardly on your brain
So you would wear it through the weather till
winnin
Walking tall like Dwayne Johnson
All my opps better stay cautious
I be on a roll getting paid so
You and me ain't got the same options
Yuh Haters
the cold weather
Clips for the berretta laying by my umbrella
Shit, I'm down for whatever!
Nowadays, snipers got you in scope
Just ask Lee Harvey Oswald in
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