Lyrics:
yeah, re-up
That's my nigga, water colors couldn't even paint the picture
They don't get the picture, fuck them
Yeah, drugs by the dozen
You might
and I close my eyes
And I sing sometimes to know I'm alive
I know I should figure this out on my own
But if you come by could you take me home?
I get
live close 'cause I almost suffocated in that car
Next time I won't wear so much Paco Rabinni or whatever that stuff...
I wonder if they got potato
no more I run the map
They talk, we live, we see what they say
They say, they say
(We seein' what y'all talkin' 'bout, ha)
They talk, we did, who
Sit close my eyes and I think
Where I lift off I will not land
Oh man
Tell everyone
I'm in town for a week
Hold me down for a week
Hold me down for
life brings me down
But it's not worth losing, until it's found
Oh, I can see my way home, home
I close my eyes and I'm back by the ocean
My hair
the freeway!
I'm the new nigga not my brother nigga
Got our lives in it stalkin' the whip one of the toughest
Gotta handle my business, I came up with a plan
the richest
All those times that we spent by the pool girl
Was too broke to even take you to the zoo girl
Maybe it's because I had you girl
Was thinking
swing (full swing)
I show this in gifts, words or letters
But even without those three
I know you'll be close to me 'cause
I know I'll love you
never short change ya
but if you run out of breath it means danger
now I seen alotta kick step impressionist
but I'm not impressed so I guess that it
baby
Let's just see if we can make it a Hon Don and we can, uh
Call it even baby I done got fucked up.
I need you to take that to NiNi house over by
shit
And I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye will get swoll up
Suckers who flexed
Yo, their deaths got tolled up
Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with
fashioned and wore in seven lives
I ran, maskless, through the crowded street shouting
Thieves, thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves
Men and women laughed
going?"
Nobody even knew what to say to them
Ken didn't wanna lie
He said, "The U.S. is looking for spies
So, we have to live in a place called
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life
If you covered him with garbage
George Sanders would still have style
And if
swing (full swing)
I show this in gifts, words or letters
But even without those three
I know you'll be close to me 'cause
I know I'll love you
bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free
(chorus 8x)
(Silkk)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
I
Because it's kind of set back and surrounded by trees
No one comes to my house even though I have so many treats
The word on the street says I live in
city gate
Try not to lose sight of the mission
It never hurts to give thanks to the broken bones
You had to use to build your ladder
Moment close
for me
It's time for me to live somewhere else where there's no crowded houses
Just birds singing songs
And you know that I'm a sing along
Like a sing
and amazin'
You know I had to close my eyes, yeah
And if I have to free my mind
I may not have the lane, movin' all along
Knowin' that I can't do it on my
Uh
I'm just so far gone
October's own
Please leave me alone
Drunk off champagne
Screamin' in the phone
See my house is not a home
Fuck is
Most people I know these days have a real nice house and are having babies
I'm not even close
Most people I know these days have a college degree
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