Lyrics:
prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy the song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should
I'm gonna tell you
Somethin' straight forward
Nine times out of ten
The people that you look up to
Are looking down on you never forget that
Now come
today was your last day
Would you make your mark
By mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late
To shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you
percent sensitive jubilee never return to brag about that fish bigger than you and me
Walk on glass, cruise closed residence
Bang on doors, food clothes
"Since that's how you feel, I know what to do.
Make sure she gets fixed before she takes him from you."
It's a hot August night and my sister and I are
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
gossip, don’t ask me to comment
Burn that shit to a crisp, call me Rick Dalton
They reaching like a cliff so I gotta unload the clip
We’re too old for this,
What kind of donut are you
What kind of donut are you
What kind of donut are you
I'll never tell
Would I find you at a Yum Yum or a Krispy Kreme
What
drink y'all drink it up
You don't see what I see but I've seen enough
Ego telling you "oh he think he too good"
Understatement I'm great what the fuck are
years young
Without you by my side
Promise you i'd do you proud
Someday i will scream your name like
Uuuu... uuuu....
Jimmy he once was a poor boy too
can't leave without it
He talking tuff is he with it I doubt it, uh
You better check yo surroundings
Creep by the night know we moving in silence
R
much I missed you til now
Most friends fade
Or they don't make the grade
New ones are quickly made
Some of them worth something, too
But us, old
You yourself are just the same
As what you see in me."
Rael:
Me, like you? like that!
Slipperman:
"You better watch it son, your sentence has
straight, I po' it by the pitcher
And yeah you know we stuffin' cones, we never rollin' swishas
I call my girl an eight because you know that, that's her
Ya heart feeling sore
Ya mind cant more
Ya coat, suitcases, and all ya luggage sitting by the door
Last look over your shoulder, ask you are you sure
gettin' you stripped
Too many niggas watered down
Might go to sinking they ship
And if it's beef, I cut the trip
I never pull up and dip
It's Precious
that's vanilla and choccy
Curtis Warren cocky
Never gonna stop me
Not even the bobbies
Where did you get that Lingo?
Where did you get that Lingo?
Where
Tell me about these fake ass bitches
Look here little nigga
Most of these niggas be bitches too
But you'll never hear that side of the story
So
is letting go
Million times you saw the cliff, but never jumped to end it though
Mistakes can always turn into another lesson though
Say I'm
simple, complication gone come
Mistakes are just some lessons that's gone multiply the sums
You his bright spot, you his sun
Know that you will need to play
too (what?)
Knew a couple shooters, hands high with the Ruger
Get foolish, never know what a fool might do (is you done?)
Nah, I was in the dark, no
And the next thing you know, old Jimmy's awake
Believe that, Jimmy has to get loose
I recommended her to be my personal masseuse
She's a real fly girl if you get
coming Never see me falling
Put me on a show I'm the next Jimmy Fallon
This is my calling
I stay balling
LJ never seen something so appalling
Put me on my
it on
You play ball and you think you Lebron
You might spend 5 days picking a song
By then i’m on a racetrack winning along
I’m doing it right
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