Lyrics:
Damn, okay (yeah)
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
Workin' on the album, now it's finished
Last time I saw her,
the music dimming
Well I'm all danced out, I'm all done in
And I'm starting to talk out of tune
We can go on a ride, we can jump in a boat
We can dance by
that they 3D printed and I finish it
Kinison said if you gonna miss heaven
Why miss it by two inches?
Old money and new bitches (old money and new
bit?
Your veins flow with poison, please acknowledge my present
This precious gift I behold, discarded like trash
To dominate it's in your nature,
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
I think about them
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Three's not a crowd all up in it
Slow fire
My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dark
The living room is still
I walk by, no remark
I tiptoe past the master
done worked itself loose
It's got so many dotted eighth notes in it
I'd keep her under fifty beats per minute
I mean, that's just me talkin', it's
the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
A South politician preaches to the poor
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
Somewhere inside, I know you feel the same
It's alright tho, you look like, you know how to get it
Here take my keys, come upstairs in a minute
All I'm
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
have the time
To scrape the frosted windshield
Like we're barely scraping by
Concentrate on the little gap in the ice
That seems to be about as wide
Proud of you
[Chorus: x 2]
Get here, get here
Yeah, yeah
How soon
Ooh, baby
Girl, i hate to see you leave
Can't you see it's killing me
Be it
drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate
yo, they hate to see you winning (come on)
They wanna see your life ending
Lights out, striking out in my ninth inning
Wiped out, they wonder how I
2x)
We know you hate who we are, but even in Shangri-La
A wicked Clown gotta get they WICKED ON
(JD the Weedman with the Juggalo Crip Walk)
[Violent J]
a
You have to order the smarter
Any team like that jordan me and Shaq
A dream team pack
Watch my man Allen and I, take it to the rim!
Two minutes left
such a stench
You got a lot to do
But if you ever find yourself
With a minute or two
Won'tcha please
[Chorus]
Make the man love me
Ah make
classes, and that's what yo' ass get
Not even electives? Not even pre-requits?
You mean I missed my major by a couple of seconds?
Now I'm in the shop
name Nel
First letter C, last letter L
Six hundred fly by, what the hell?
V-12 full detail, sittin' on Sprewell's
Who in? Can't tell, too much tint
the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river
Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
Since I've been gone, I thought about you everyday
Here I am, back in you again
Here we go
Verse Three: Rick James
One minute I'm in jail, the next
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