Lyrics:
prove it
I been through the ups and downs with my brodies
Got me trippin' and I'm shook on that codeine
I got meaning in my raps cause I wrote it
If I hit
you're the only one singin'
To all those songs that I wrote about you
And oh, days go by, oh
Stealin' my breath like the night we met
And oh, I'm
From the backyard ballin'
To the big league race
She's the spark, she's ignited
Got the world to amaze
Step by step, she's climbing
Scaling new
on the telephone
Your mother says, you’re not home
But, I know, yes I know that she’s lyin’
Come on and make it to the party
Come on and make it to the party
Come
when I'm not sincere
Come sit on my lap you're a hot mess, dear
Your face kinda resembles a lochness, weird
I can tell by the easiest smell that's all
to do
But simply walk around Heaven all day
When I get to Heaven, I'm gonna jump and shout
Nobody will be able to put me out
My mother, she'll be
the way
He's addicted to mutilation not always this way
But the callings from all of these different halls that he's trailed
So he's stalling no longer
I'm waiting by phone hoping for a text back
Tried to give that girl my heart but she don't wanna hold that
Guess the hunter turned to hunted now I
burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for a miracle
hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's
not going to rest
And I know that you're really so true
Ylva chains herself to a rig in the sea
And nearly dies in the week she's there
In a city
away and you will see
Someone will have it before you can count one, two, three
Yes they will, yes they will
Listen fellows, you know it's not all
wrote
When you told me that I was the only girl
You'd ever want in your life
I guess my friends were right
Each day goes by and each night, I cry
Somebody
want stories and lullabies
She don't understand that it's do or die
Said I can buy it all but it's all a lie
No trade for the things I lost
No
Let's go, get into this cash, movin' low-key Smokin' up some shit that's fuckin' heavenly
All she wanna do is really fuck with me Movin' by myself,
So I resolved that I would save her sorrow
By sorting my soiled crockery out tomorrow
But when I got home pissed up from the pub
All my things had been
I saw a vision the other night
That didn't sit right
And she told me all about her dream's
That nightmare was disguised
Told me that she saw me die
be good soon, maybe when I get that check
Sayin i'll be good soon, maybe when I get that check
Lookin' in my mothers eyes, one day she will go
Wrote
consumed by this lie
I fuckin' hate rap and I hate that I say but replay back
Every verse I fuckin' wrote since the time I could make tracks
Yeah... It’s
ought to be a bringing up your little girl this way
It was signed by the secretary Harper Valley P.T.A."
Well, it happened that the P.T.A.
Was gonna
a big one, the war that is, it was a Sunday afternoon
The gypsy was held prisoner by the screen door from the moon
Now somewhere between the dog food
they mind are hidden stories
Bet he's a mirror image of that 70s era
He's finished for the rest of his life, 'til he fades out
The liquor store
She's no good for me, that's what my friends all say
But I wouldn't have it any other way
My girl is down to get down in the middle of the night
My
playing games let me beat it out the frame
[Repeat: x4]
Girl give me that pussy
Girl give me that
Girl give me girl give me that there
She
Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or
At the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want ‘em all
Man I swear that I want them all
Wanna
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