Lyrics:
little Jackie paper
And a magic dragon sack of dirty shrubbery
I'll be the ugliest version of paranoia
Kingpin set in motion by the secondhand pressure
Gotta put on a shirt put on a tie
Get a job buy a car get some insurance
'Cause I'll probably have a heart attack by the time I'm 40
I guess I
the truth
If the truth can set me free
You pass me on the street
Every single day
I'm at the place where you work
And the place where you play
I live right
Oh, who will take my place in your heart when I'm gone
Who'll be by your side when you're telling me goodbye
Tell me who will know the bliss of your
one
My treasured one
I welcome you in
I welcome you in
I welcome you in
I welcome you in
Flow with me. Go with me to a place beyond what you see
Flow
To the opps fuck them all
Only answer when you call
I stay right by your side
Lost Onetta all alone
In a place I ain't call home
I still ain't let it
a date
I gotta shorty to go wit a shorty
U gimme a forty I'll nut in her face
Buck in dis place I cannot f*** with a waste
Done wit' the pace just like
to survive
40 years in the breaking
you ‘ll never leave this place alive
Jimmy ain’t no dreamer
He was a good hard working man
Oil and grease his stock in
well
What do you like to eat?
Well, I'd like some cornflakes
Prepared by Parisian
Hands and I'd like it blessed
By Hari Krishna Mantra
"Yes, have
So won't you fly with me
I wanna make you feel alright
Alright with me
Let me mend your broken wings
And set you free, girl, it's alright
Girl,
counter forty thousand later in America
Hey señorita it was nice to know ya
Like a little piece of my memorabilia
Phone number taken so I can call ya
But I
be long
You're gonna have to play it cool
You get fascinated by her
She could set the place on fire
Run and get the fire brigade
Get the fire
and listen, lil' bitch
Bet not say nothing
Glock 40 with a beam, ever held a ray gun?
I can see it in yo eyes
You never set the play up
Looked her in her eyes,
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggas dyin' by my
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
niggas ain't come to the
Party, well it's fuck 'em niggas, shoot
(brrrrr)
Welcome Home Killa Tone, my nigga 40
This shit here for you
Ayo I'm back so soon
the biggest part of your ass
into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin ass
by the liver nigga,
Like that ’54 Gibson stored in the corner
Got chipping paint, still sings the same when I hold her
Been my crutch, fought my battles, stuck around
cause you underestimate
Can't half ass then expect to rate at first place
Now count your blessings mate, before I reactivate
To set your facts straight
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter
endless hours[00:33.84]Pickin' white and yellow flowers[00:36.71]Clouds rollin' by[00:40.14]Under blue skies[00:43.77]Ohhh no one to give you
head
I set a goal and when I reach it it moves back again
No way to win if you don't have a set of rules in place
How do I measure my success if it just
the 40,
I just cashed in 100 bands n bought some straps cuz they important
Reinvest my bands i got the gas n imma floor it
N I a stacked like 50 racks up
breaks the darkness of my soul
Ignites passion and sets fire to a heart once frozen cold
The sun rises in my joy when I see your face
In place of every
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