Lyrics:
Push and shoving rush hour blues.
[Wife]
Darling are you ready?
You'll be late for the bus!
[Star]
Don't rush me baby
While I'm using my brush.
overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
All the chaos and confusion
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing
It's the inner me, fighting inner peace
I can feel the heat like its 3rd degree and it's
Why?
So what if my sisters are triflin'?
They just don't know
She said "Mama didn't tell'em what she told me
Girl, you need Pussy Control" (Are you
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
Hey hey man, what's your problem
I see you try to hurt me bad
Don't know what you're up against
Maybe you should reconsider
Come up with another
trying to live up to the men I know they were
'Cause they could've named me anything
But I'm James Mitchell Tenpenny
The 3rd
Will I do it justice by
the hood and we blowing on candy
Stay G'd up from my head to my feet
I was raised in the 3rd that's the heart of the streets
Saw death and crime for
instead
On your side of the bed
Misdemeanors, felonies
Giving me the 3rd degree
Why you gotta' be so cold
You know that I am kinda' dumb
My brain's a little
know what I'm doing
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Boy, you really got me going
You got me so
I don't know what I'm doing
Ah, push it
Ah, push it
Know I'm a sinner cause my uncle a reverend
I know that you'd be proud of me
But I wish that you was still here
My heart suffered a 3rd degree,
That's
made me sloppy drunk
Now, I never saw no whiskey
But the blues done made me sloppy drunk
Now some said, disease
Some said it was, degree'in
But
admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin' the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them
of the entity
You minimize in the shred of time
I don't praise fights or fucking lies
I don't go out I eat inside
Bouta burn up on some 3rd degree
I'm
made me sloppy drunk
Now, I never saw no whiskey
But the blues done made me sloppy drunk
Now some said, disease
Some said it was, degree'in
But
Never thought I would be in a fight with me
Had I seen it, I would've of seen the problems in me
But I keep on burnin' myself to the 3rd degree
I'm
push it back push it back push it back oh
Push it back push it back uh push it back push it bak uh
Come on
3am club is packed
Sure by now she's
ya have
But I don't want a one night thrill
I want a love that's for real
And I can tell by your line, your's is not the lasting kind
You took me
3rd eye fresh chi
I'm always looking
My best all I can be
I'm still looking
501s and a long sleeve
That's how i'm looking
Can't signed that
admit ha, Juvie a motherfucker
I'ma general, executin' the plan
Got a vision of the 3rd Ward, rulinn the land
Runnin' up on hoes, tellin' them
Orin boy ( June 3rd ,2022 )
I love you Haven
364 days homeless - Huntington Beach California
I'm being gang stalked as
Orin boy
Is so clear your
an expectation from my family since I'll be a 3rd generation Bearer after my father and grandfather
Stepping into this role has brought me anxiety since I didn't
You still love me?
Take this
You ready? One, two, three
'Cause the more you put me through
The more it makes me wanna come back to you
You say
FREESTYLE ABILITY
BURNING MC'S TO THE 3RD DEGREE AND YOU CAN'T SEE ME CUZ
OF MY INVISIBILITY I REWORD MY LYRICS QUESTION YOU LIKE MAGAZINES
GET IN YOUR
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