Lyrics:
ain't by myself I'm coming with a whole bunch of ladies
Celebrating life to the max these girls are suicidal
In the club sippin' bottle after bottle
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine)
Candy man, candy man
(Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine)
Sweet, sugar, candy man
I met him
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
I got your picture, I'm coming with you
Dear Maria, count me in
There's a story at the bottom of this bottle
And I'm the pen
When the lights go
Homing the rocket
I'm not where you come from
Where you come from you
Speak with your wallet
Where you come from you're driven by logic
Where you
on the money and off by a mile
Ahead of my time and way out of style
But I'm hangin' tough, I ain't had enough
I ain't givin' up on life or love
Well I try
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
In the church where the weddin's had been, yeah
I'm Eleanor Rigby, I'm keepin' my face in a jar by the door
from a grenade
I just couldn't tell it was where Annabelle
Put a glas of lemonade
How that I've been tortured by the blade of a bajonet
And I never
to make a way for my home, you know
Now I'm in a place where I ain't gotta scheme no more
The good life, I'm done with the hood life
I did what I could
the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you
You wonder if I'm better off
With freedom now to do the things I choose
my cousins.
You know I got 'em by the dozens.
Well, they brought home a bomb and they didn't act calm,
'cause up is where they went.
Ah, but now
a bottle of bub'
They know where we fuckin' be
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Look mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm
on to
The glass is cut
The bottle run dry
Our love runs cold
In the caverns of the night
We're wounded by fear
Injured in doubt
I can lose myself
You I can't
Soaring
like a bottle rocket in the sky
I Soar Soar Soar like a Butterfly
Soaring like a bottle rocket in July
I’m in a state of Zen but I am not a monk
I
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me outta this place, I'm outta place
I'm in outer space, I've
don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
the harder you ball
Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long
The quicker you here, the faster you go
That's why where I come from the only thing we know is
not the one I'd planned
And I watched my social standings slip away from me
While I watched the bottle slowly take command
And now I'm paying for...
This song right here is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost
the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Aidrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot our pistols
Oh, but empty pop bottles is
for da 4
I'm a hustla far from being a busta nigga
You got good game but still don't trust ya nigga
You can catch me in the neighborhood winter
never able to identify where it's coming from?
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only
My baby's up in a rocket machine
Since she left, she isn't been seen
She doesn't call me and I can't sleep
All I hear from her is (beep beep beep)
I
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