Lyrics:
Based on the ah
Idea of an evolved tango-event bruce has also
Prepared for you a demonstration of a
Dance That he hopes will sweep the ocean
Right after
help me to shine, shine
So shine, shine
They help me to shine
Picture the world after the wilderness
No longer exists, picture me with no filter
and drippin' Louis quilt
Hundred Percocets, I took like four or five off the rip
My dick hard bitch, come get after it
Growin' up, I kept a gun like a veteran
a whole 'nother hour
Every night you let a new nigga nut in your shit
How you suck a nigga's dick with that cut on your lip?
You freak bitch, your baby
the booth to the block, you get robbed, you get shot
That's the feeling that you usually have after gettin' got
Turn it into rock, or just leave it powder
and riding benches
Niggas riding waves and riding benches
Find me on my final hour being a bachelor
I'm taking hip-hop in the hand
And my plan is to love
you don't mean, that you don't mean
Yeah, I mean she wants somebody that's working a 9-5
I apologise but those ain't my hours, you ain't never been
the dark is out
I'm outside of the line
And I'm actin' a fool
Like a three o'clock bully
Waitin' after school
(Punks) I've been in
This line for hours
the house he used to do this lil' dance
On the cover of the album with them Chucks on
You cried for six hours, your mama in here going nuts on me
She said
beat it when the dark is out
I'm outside of the line and I'm actin' a fool
Like a three o'clock bully, waitin' after school
Punks, I've been in this line
own grave, and looked at the time
On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots
That had got him in the box, ringing Henney out his socks
I can't forget the hours your the only one Momma
And sweeter than the flowers
Oh no there's no use to bother
To speak of you now would only hurt
All the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold metal flour
Then you rub
Gimme twenty minutes, I'mma be to see that ass
'Cause after the last time we started fightin' fire
You be my queen, fiend-da-deen-deen, I'll be your
really wanted a Caddy so I put in the hours
And rolled up over to the dealer
And I found the car I dreamed of, placed a bargain with this geezer
Got
was in high school
I'd wake up in the mornin' after I took a shower
I'd put on a non-lubricated condom
'Cause it could be on at any hour
In my
back on my busy day
I was Eleven hours in the Tin Can
There's got to be better way
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
You know I really need
and I hiccupped
Looked back on my busy day
I was Eleven hours in the Tin Can
There's got to be better way
(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
You
you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders
He's stuntin', after he left my man like that
niggas is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on to one seeking enlightenment
My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions
understands why I'm away
But still it gets harder every day
But it's my delight, to sing all night
'Til the sun comes up again
After all my cross isn't
I saw you, you were anxious
Like it mean that, that you hate this
After midnight you still want me around
(And I'm always down)
I held you, you
in public places?
The medication should take two hours to take affect.
The last time I was killed eating my last meal,
It's embarrassing and I
cars
This was when I started gettin' raw with the bars (cap)
Went from takin' niggas' Jordans at the bus stop
To packin' .38s and jumpin' gates after
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