Lyrics:
was talking to me
But I got T'd as fuck, I drunk some, smoke some
Now I'm half-crossed
Lost with the drunken warrior
Drunken fist, you don't get
When you see me, you start to smile
Ya habibti its been a while
Since I saw you last, yesterday
I didn't even know I could feel this way
Hmm
Ya habibti
beings how I classify
We all dying Im just praying I ain't last alive
Go to Sacred Heart and party with the Kappa Phi
Half the time I got problems I ain't
put wet towels on the floor anymore 'cause
Dreams last for so long
Even after you're gone
And I know that you love me
And soon you will see
You were
The gates and doors were barred and all the windows fastened down,
I spent the night in sleeplessness and rose at every sound,
Half in hopeless
the scroll
Open your skull, show you shit you ain't supposed to know
Break the world in half and spit the ocean from coast to coast
(Just to let you know)
That fucking number cruncher
Stole my thunder again
They say I ain't half the man
I act like I am, but they're wrong
You can see a crook in my
And like a few others i know , advice from you is crucial
Last time i saw you was with glen lewis
Said you willing to support the movement
Girl i know you
breath cause this will be their last chance to
I'd hate on everyone who sane and gifted (Yup)
Claim that my brain is missing while sniffing cocaine
cash, it ain't 'bout money
Don't even call for me
(Ayy, don't even much call my phone, nigga)
Ayy, she took a Perc', it was only half
But she want all
I'm just staring eye to eye with this lion, I call myself
I'm half Simba, half Scar, too violent not to be felt
I'm looking at my reflection
The cigarettes are fillin' up the
Ashtrays and the pathways are
Trashed with empty cans and half
J's I'd probably hit
They probably think I'm having too much fun
I
the last days
Time just need, time that cry
You won't be around next year
I wish my pops was still here
I know the path, the walk instead the
Walk the path
Babcock, and last off
That every bad cop would catch a sock with a padlock
Yo Jesse! You rapped your ass off
You got no butt left homeboy what's next
Go
a great day to be happy but we're really not having it
We're all stacked up in the cabinet
And that is only the half of it
We're fighting for space when we
moving half a pound
Shouts out to that southside, it still go down
You can see me on old national, fucking with that brown
Who god damn pull up, when's
buy low, sell high, money doing gymnastics
No summers off summersaults gotta stick the landing
Got Gold-Rilla half a ETH, who could've planned it
I
bussing
(Bop, bop, bop) surprise, surprise
None of you saw that coming
If my name was Paris
I would've spent half of my life embarrassed
I would've wished
I learned to deal with it and didn't ask questions
No point in making the past present
But after a month and a half, you was a month and a half
My nigga we the last ones left
how many niggaz fell victim to the streets
Rest in peace young nigga this is heaven for a..
I'd be a liar if I told you
like I'm a fuckin' star
I'm up to par, my game is in a smash with half a million in the stash
Passport with the gats, first name and last
Ask anybody
a lot of people think that i'm pretty sick because
i fuck dead chicks. it's really not so bad though.
hell, at least half the living bitches i've
So we left Beirut Willa and I
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it
I set out North
I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street
we Just don't know why
[Moka Only]
Why do I do it like I do
How come I don't get in trouble like I use to
Why am I the last thing a girl
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