Lyrics:
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'Cause something's up, I can tell
She's takin' my leaving just a little too well
She ain't been sufferin' by herself, since I've been gone
Yeah, my
an arm and a leg
Man are like "Skeppy, you're kill em dred"
Taliban stylee, we kamakaze
Too much style for the party
And if it's not a Boy Better Know
Shrooms. its a journey through a fungus
It's so fun, brain feels humungus, eat a bunch to see so much
By golly shrooms
1 Little 2 little 3 little goomies
4
left home it's much more in this little world
Right out the blue I dipped with all my chips
Know just what to do
Next time that you see me, I'll be in
the cars to cities.
Buds that explode at the slightest touch, nettles that sting - but not too much.
I've never been past this point, what lies ahead I
some brothers, we were ready to reach
With a mic and a track, we was ready to preach
Nothing too deep, nothing too deep
A bunch of Justin Timberlakes,
Ain't no brakes on the morning sun
Come on now, don't look back. Every little step is laying down track
Just jump in your dream and start to run
White
to the mountain top
And down to the valley low
Went to Austin with 3-2 and STILL
Ain't find no finer hoe
Not much no finer girl
But one that treat me so sweet rub
a mess
Traxamillion did this beat, now he's calling on the phone
Drank too much hyphy juice and I got a kidney stone
The Bay has come back with a brand
Your mama ain't shit
You suck too much dick to be talking, Please
Like, I'm so fucking sick and tired of you)
People stuck hating, that's sad
I see why,
cram it
I don't want your silly ring gOD DAMMIT!
Part IV
And so Frodo Baggins wandered into
The desert once more but it was too much
After thirteen
tonight
(Had a witty comment take)
Here is another take
(I can't)
It is time to do another take of this song
(Because I talk too much-)
Because the last
you need to see someone
straighten out your curved thinking
the sun seems to focus you
and little rays are getting me twisted
too much hesitation
little place, it's across the tracks, across the tracks
And the name of the place is
You like it like that, you like it like that
You like it like
little place, it's across the tracks, across the tracks
And the name of the place is
You like it like that, you like it like that
You like it like
a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all realize that Hip-Hop and Rap won't stop
Puttin' it together like a racing track
Where's all my Latino, Philippino,
been doing this on my own
And I'm still myself just a little bit grown
Got a little more serious tone when I record
And a little less energy when there
I'm bout to leave myself behind
If it means that I can go and get a little peace of mind
Just a tad of luck
That's all I need but what
Is that too much
I could hardly wait to get home to show my wife and my little boy
And my little boy was so excited like so when he saw his first snow
He wasn't old
We're going to do some test shit right here
That's how it feels, yo
There goes K I D O on tracks (Huh)
Homies scratching themselves too hard
Itching
God testing me y'all
So I pray everyday but I ain't praying too much
Cause I be sinning everyday so I ain't praying enough
And we all could be beat,
build my own establishment
And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit
That I ain’t even had to get
And I hope I don’t die today
Too much shit I got to do,
thought I couldn't flow
To a track laid back by Kid Rock G
Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me
With a smile pow wow they want this getto
much and I feel like the goat
They hearing my tracks and they askin for moe
Jumpin the booth with a fuego flow
I ain’t love no bitch I ain’t trust no
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