Lyrics:
(Mafia)
I put your picture on my mirror
Start to blush when somebody says your name
In my stomach there's a pain
See you walk in my direction I
York, take the late night subway
Goin' out Friday to comin' home Monday
From all directions never find me on the one way flavor
The rhyme just
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
From video and live show... Not in album yet.
Well, I took down a picture
I keep you in a picture in a frame on the wall
Tryin' to forget her
But I
you let a brother cook
Time works in one direction, I bet Liam knows my pain
All these raps and these hooks got me trapped in a book by Lewis Carroll
I
bald-faced, fake, conman nonsense
That you used to get by with
Down there on Earth"
And I'll say
"Come on
Surely you and God of all people oughta know
from the scene
Goddammit, I'm so mannish, handle it like a standard
So put your panties and your pants by the trash can
Romance on the floor plans,
And yea I should've seen the signs by my first quote
Before you sign, you'll be blind if you've been broke
And true I've seen better times cause I'm getting
memories only break wide open.
So, this house is not a home,
And these photographs hang in a frame,
That still molds.
But, no matter what direction we
first time I met her, I saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together, so I headed in her
Crystal's single
Bonnie's broke and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself
Went from rags to wealth
From Jags to Bentleys to plenty ass bitches
Can't
heads
And wag their bony fingers
In all the wrong directions,
And by daybreak we'll be gone
I'm going to get myself in fighting trim
Scope out every
Jones
The very first time I met her I
Saw her from across the room
And instantly we both became consumed by the thought
Of she and I being together
own
Whether we did diamond or hardly sold
We did it for our soul
Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus
Hope I don't see a snatch and grab
They
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
impressions, what's she expecting?
Why when men don't follow directions, it's deception?
I was intrigued by fine women, I realized
Some were drop dead
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
from the scene
Goddammit, I'm so mannish, handle it like a standard
So put your panties and your pants by the trash can
Romance on the floor plans,
In fields where nothing grew but weeds
I found a flower at my feet
Bending there in my direction
I wrapped a hand around its stem
And pulled until
don't bring home Jerome
I am the free nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra money
Every
body's curled in a U-shape
I put on my best but I'm still afraid
Propped up by lies and promises
Saving my place as life forgets
Maybe it's time I
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
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