Lyrics:
You and me, we come from different worlds
You like to laugh at me when I look at other girls
Sometimes you're crazy and you wonder why
I'm such
meant to me
Cause I'd always known
What she meant to me
Instrumental
She'd always stop by at nine ct the end of her day
ct the start of her night clways
is the way it ends
And there’s no point in staying friends
Big singing girl out in the bar
From home so far
Little girl out alone in the world
Going
But I'm due for luck she won't be creaped
By the end of this song in her mind in my arms she leaps
Now if that is just not the case highlight my ass
a pretty girl
No movement in your chest
You're a pretty girl
By morning light this ends
We're both pretty girls
Go find a girl again
Pretty Girl
Pretty Girl
(uh, everybody now, *chanting*)
[Verse 3]
A big ego crushin', MC's fussin'
More lines in my face than a sunburn rushin'
Hardly ever speakin', girl's be
musta got lost, musta got lost
Somewhere down the line
Musta got lost, I got lost girl
Give away the day you were mine
I just don't understand it
Gimme the mic and 4 minutes and I show what I can do
Fu Man Chu was a famous oriental
And Katmandu made a funky instrumental
I don't get sentimental,
brain and I'm
Stuck here with my weather girl
No sun here with my weather girl
How the time flies by
Oh, in the summer we don't have to try
I wish that I
the cheetah
Speedin past yeah (zoom)
Seppi comin at yeah (soon)
You can call it lying in the end it won't matter
I just speak the future in the present
Oceanside it ends the ride with San Clemente coming up
Those Sunday desperadoes slip by and cruise with a dry back
And the orange drive-in the neon billin'
Psychopath on the phonograph, nut of the cuts
You heard the boy slice, is he nice or what?
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name
One call killers on your ass like a butt dial
Chopsticks with us fina hit em w a Kung pow
Disrespect i let that bitch sing like the Cheetah girls
Nigga
solved the problem if you tapped in
I'm rapping getting paid on the back end
You think I got time for your nagging
Girl hop up off my ass like I'm sagging
just meant to go down
Well its out of my hands now
And then were fine, damn girl your fine
My whole life ive been the last one to stand in line
Waiting
of abuse
Why did I punch back?
Girls, your dad is a scumbag, I'm confused
Because
How come you can be a Lord and a loser?
How come, how come
You can
always quick to point out all my flaws when I was leaving out yours
Here's a message little girls, little boy
You could be the dirtiest muh'fucker in
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
Macauly Culkin, "Home Alone" lustin
Tuesday night we stop by Justin's
Check the scene, immaculate
Grab the bottle from the bar and dismantle it
To be where you are?
Someday later on down the line,
You might find me walking by.
You might wonder if you should say “Hi”
And make some small talk
fate and flying by
And I ain't sayin' that I'm worth savin'
But I think my angels are workin' overtime
I'ma do it my way kinda girl, hardheaded
guessing games
Or when I feel things
Before I know the feelings
How am I supposed to operate
If I'm just tossed around by fate?
Like on an unexpected
the Lear jet
I'm waiting at the finish line
You ain't there yet
I'mma get mine 'til the world don't spin
Cruising down the block trying
To clock my ends
Old
Could I have found me such a girl
Who's there to pick me up before I fall
So if in the end we should go
Both our separate ways
I know the lesson
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