Lyrics:
shootouts with police and lived to talk about it
They don't make em like me no more
There be a shootout in every state if they put me on tour
I guess I'm too
a vest, still dead inside a hearse
Get my message in bottle you can hear my final words
That I'd probably still like it if you came around to flirt
next move, but they won't jump me
Sex in the city, I got every DVD
These girls think its real, so that's how they act
And they been kickin my ass,
Hot shit, better put the pedal to the metal
Spitting in the sky, I made a storm and a topple
Message in a bottle, lost in a quarrel
But, it could be
full of cowards abusin authority.
Minorities abuse majority, people livin in poverty.
Priority, is them doing right by the nation
but large parts
the eight black smoker gert neck choker
Mack by the crotch make police watch me like Oprah
Here we come flee three guns on the run
Brothers best to make
ya father dying by the bottle that he locals
I seen too much shit to be a cherry picking bitch
I seen too much shit to lose my focus when I whip
My
emptied the bottle; whore was down
Like to take a second feel me say I call these bitches out
I'm not misogynistic really just jaded by all that's foul
natura, Weed milf
Non è Message in a bottle tipo i Police
È Message in a battle come me a Spit
Da solo in una gabbia contro il mondo intero
Pregiudicato
to my dome
I writhe like a prey when I'm thinking of home
Ridiculous case that's made by the police
Painting my brothers enslaved by their demons
You
on me, couple drinks please
Then she led me to the exit
No texts but I got the message
Spark conversation as we spark the blunt
In the backseat with her
shoes, sneakers, of course
I can't find the other pair
I don't believe it
Sometimes I'm blinded by my anger
And I feel no remorse
I bottle up and explode
Eliminate the thoughts that linger in your brain and often try to shake you
No thank you, don't hand me bottles, you can pass the pressure
Measure up the odds
Let's face it, it's wasted, and the thought police can't taste it
It's fascist, it's bondage, but who the hell has won this?
He wants a piece, she
You could let go of that bottle baby I be here to fix it
Reminiscin' bout the times I know you loved it when I'm in it
Don't never wanna listen you just
say truth to make your jawlines drip
So if I get flipped, this message is in all my hits
He was just a drug dealer, record wasn't clean
So we see
chillin wit the guys
Yeah we get hella lit
Yeah my brodys popping bottles we be wit the shits
We got crown by the pound
We don't give a shit
If that
permits every time I needed to drive my 240, now I ride my bike at 240, just for the glory. Now when the police run my plates, no need to run, no just in
the sea
A message in a bottle sailing on the tide
Her weather-beaten face,
Hides her waning faith
Everything to lose, everything to gain
Take my hand
comin', make you wanna cross the street
Crooks lookin' odd by the police
Throw peace, but he prolly go beast, gold teeth
All red, I'm yelling "Go Chiefs"
Earlier today just a few blocks away there was looting underway nearby
Police seem to have had enough
The nation erupted into scenes of chaos
You have one unheard message
Hey, baby it's me
I need to see you tonight
I know, you know I'm a little drunk just by the way I sound
Plus I seen
I got a message in a bottle
Wrote up real nice like
It read retire, and I mean by tonight, tonight
They must've drank out that bottle, so
Gotta find a way to test it
I tried to show em they could go in
They just looking for the exit
cll them bottles that you drinking
That's the reason
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