Lyrics:
got more ass than the sofa
In her phone got a heart by my name like a organ doner
If she post me it's over
And my diamonds can't even shine like her
Bad
forget your love, don't you ever feel that you not enough
I won't forget your love, cause I'm not starting over
I won't forget your love, why is it my
ok when I've seen you like this over
Over it won't go away unless you say you're ready now
I've seen your knuckles white as snow but even then
you
expecting her
And she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says I've never seen her get
now
I really don't even know how
Ain't shit happening
Where no one can see it
And it flew over you somehow
Hell
If you can't see it by now
It's already
and with hair like wool
So you can't pull, the wool
Over our eyes by lies taught in school
Where history was rewritten to teach racism
It's taught to tricks
like wool
So you can't pull, the wool
Over our eyes by lies taught in school
where history was rewritten to teach racism
It's taught to tricks both
you?)
I took everything upon myself
But now I've had enough
Tried to lift you up
Didn't work
It ain't my fault, it's your fault
Now that it's over
I still
bottle in my hand call me a alcoholic
Working over time call me a workaholic
Give me that stong shit Gin and tonic
To block out all the toxic
Stop it
when you make it
I'm downtown i was wondering if you made it
I gotta face it
I'm at the post oak told you come by let me fuck on you one time
Might be
I know it's hard to believe but my words, we have to try to learn too like I do
And just take it from me who was woken up by the horrors of war
By
Yeah, nigga reject, nigga
Machine, bitch daringer, you already know
We do what we do what we do nigga
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Reject shit, it's
me
Ah ah ah
So hard to breathe
I know what you like don't lose it
by the way
I know what you like
Making it look so easy
Pre:
don’t I look good tho
Brodie spend all of his cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes
I got so much goin' on, if I do it right, I'm lit for life
Pull up foreign, everybody
ain't poor enough
How can we take this road tonight
To the oasis with me whip that foreign crazy
I'll be right by your side tonight
No I won't let you
are offered places
at my table to sit
You said farewell, and left a spell, oh now it's that time of night again isn't it
On that first night, you lit
of all time
More grime it smothered my walls, more violence
Cooking yay on the gas stove, lit pilots
Raf parkas, Balenciagas making me look taller, ah
feet still tread
Over the fallen leaves
Do you believe
Do you believe now
Fallen leaves
Wake up and breathe
Do you believe now
Was it all that you
And you know, I'm ready for the house
I'm ready for the house
I'm ready for the house
The house is mine
It's in my mind
They say mind over matter
Well let
The first god had in his garden
From the back looked like a household pet
When it twirled round was revealed to be
A three-legged black-grey hog
the dope and hit the block
And let it sack up
Thug is like a master
I do it in dutch
And like a bitch bent over
Nigga I do it and fuck
And I be lovin
what, what, what
Get money all over again
Get money all over again
Come on, uh, uh, All Out
Uh, yo, it just so happen this how Ma$e stay starred
hundred words
And a clip on that which motherfuckers better run
If you're not lookin' to get run over by the roadrunner
No wonder no one don't wanna go
Now I'm the one
They tuned and can't deny it
I motivate
By being me you should try it
I'm the catalyst
Yeah I did it bit by bit
But blocks build
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