Lyrics:
Every thing don't mean two things, watch this
[hook]
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use might mean two things [Repeat: x3]
juiced
Might as well get juiced
Hey mama
What's this crazy game of sevens, eights and nines
I can't keep up with you baby
I'm gonna give you
that you've never seen an angel?
Never felt the presence of one standing by?
No robe of white
No halo in site
Well you missed the most obvious thing
When I put things back in place there were two parts I had left.
I won't let things go to waste.
What do you think I'll do next?
One piece
Close my eyes
It's times like this
My head goes down
And the only thing I know
Is the name of this town
Name of this town
Yet again
I'm missing you
Won't
face in the summer solstice rain.
It's outrageous a man like me stand here and complain.
But I'm tired, nine hundred sit-ups a day.
I'm painting my
doesn't live by only rock 'n roll and brew
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare
Saw a girl in Tampa I asked her for a date
She said baby I'm a sailor this thing better waits
I said I don't believe you would you show me some
loves me
I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers
Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin' this anger
Don't wanna make excuses, 'cause this is
today ain't what they used to be
Is that so hard for you to see?
Simple things can make you happy
This I know we've all been told
Don't be blinded by
Hello from my hotel room
A thousand miles away and I am missing you
It's late at night, afraid that I
I might let you down
I'm staring
man Phorcys
The ancient streams of the seas, I follow
Nine days and nine nights to the caves of Eirkti
""For a bronze anvil, falling down from
and bail and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'Cause if you is or you ain't a gangbanger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them thangs
official
Yeah
I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9 blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending
We talked about tripping
On the way home back in my car
The things we've been missing
The things that have happened so far
Time passes by
We
can't stop like it or not I'm stuck
It's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up
There's no such thing for me as a nine to five
It
the day high and it ends so low
'Cause I'm working for the knife
I used to think I'd be done by twenty
Now at twenty-nine, the road ahead appears
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
from this dream?
Spending my time
Watching the days go by
Feeling so small, I stare at the wall
Hoping that you are missing me too
I'm spending
safe no more (nigga)
Bodies'll turn up missing, I promise you need to listen
Abolish the need for bitching, I polish and shine and glisten
Uh, baby, you summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline
I'm tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime
You fine as hell, I
This liquor, nine months ago swear I'd make better decisions
I would drink by the liter of kittens, my liver bleeds while
I'm checking out instead
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
things you said
Every little thing you did
What I wouldn't give for a day to see you again
Not a single day goes by
I don't stop to think of you
I just
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