Lyrics:
dick in your asshole you tryna hide it
You need to come out the closet
No I ain't homophobic
But nigga I'm gon' expose it
Stop it, Dizaster you sweet
Two Glasses
One bottle Belaire
Baby come be by me
Two Glasses
One bottle Belaire
Baby come be me
Baby I get you for my heart you know
So search no
To heal the wounds frome lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still feel I
no one gave a damn?
I've been thinking it's just someone else's job to care
Who am I to wanna try but
Change is a powerful thing
People are
Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles
in ya track
Well
Gunshot for the young yacht owner
See there's everybody else then there's one top loner
First place is often the worst place
But
to lie
I know that you like somebody else but I can solve this
Let me put my hat on like I'm joe in my disguise yeah
Don't you know I'll do whatever for
some love
Baby gimme some love
Baby lemme close the door
Baby gimme some love
Girl the body of yours
Ain't got no flaws
Girl I need your love
Got me
In Vain all the same
A giant rush then complain
I drop dead and come to caine
It's like a it's like a it's like a ah ah ah
A giant overdose. I came
sweat it
Soon u can forget it
I had dreams that I turned to reality
By any means
Regardless of the casualties
Behind the scenes
Ever after
Never
kid I know is smoking on a pen now
You feel entitled by your own opinions
But you can't take a joke from the other side, no way to subside
I miss Joe
with he boss, man, I'm in charge
Picked myself, didn't you ever
Look, running shit up
But we still number ones
Don't need no DVDs
Boy they still get ya
I had to do it by myself for so long to where
When you come back in my life it just don't feel right like
Feel like somethin's missin'
And you feel
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
friend 'fore
I leave her alone
Insecure 'bout a bitch? No
Ridin' with the sticks like GI joe
Peep a nigga game, nigga, dead on the low
Investin' in
lane
Getting close to you day by day is a fantasy
You’re the thing I need in my life actually
In my head so you can come to reality
Treat you like
it like Zay?
Who else can hop right on a track and spit it through like Zay
I ain't getting complacent I'm gonna be one of the greatest
Diamonds
there by the railroad tracks.
Oh, yes I did.
No news is good news; at least, that's what your mama said.
But, I could see in her eyes, she too, is
Yeah its High voltage
Anthem back on the track up the dosage
Another track on go pure hooks to throw
Spitting bars for cars like no other flow
But
times three
Gotta change my sheets cause your girl got too excited by the sight of me
Now she wanna make a DVD
Wait, no cap I ain't got time for that
answering
Obviously, Santa Claus exists
It's obvious that Santa Claus exists
If Joe starts to tell
The child something else
The child will no longer
You’ll turn to a fan
And everyone else gonna know who I am
I’m not chasing Gaula or chasing these bandz
But making sum money just comes wit the plan
back like Remy 'n Joe's song
And Jin came in cocky, but look at his face now
I got him breathin' heavy like when Eminem was fuckin' in 8 Mile
I love
John Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said, "'Fore the sheriff comes I wanna tell you, listen boy"
Said, "Learn to ball a jack, learn to lay
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