Lyrics:
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Friday nite, date nite - Anxiously waiting to pick my girl up
Family asking where I'm going, bout to go see a man about a mule (AYE!!!)
Cruisin
me? I demand reparation
Fuck a cowboy, I'm a native robbed of my nation
I'm an African, Black man, fucked out my language
Got me praying to a white
that's 3D
I wake up with a bad bitch by my side
Last night, I was so drunk, I felt high
Last week, I was so high, I felt drunk
I got a bitch so bad, I
walking 'bout it, you could be doin' it too
You give me the wheel, I'll drive it
Give me the lemons, I'll make you a glass of lemonade, okay
Know that's
like eminem
When he was em
Now he washed like
A grandma mini van
Never been a fan
Always been a man
Don't hang with squares
Like Tiananmen
Acetaminophen
let me show you sum
Peep ya staring my way
Though you playing it off
By the end of the night
You gone be in my arms
So many bad shawty's
Walking up in
(yeah)
(We keep flowin') in the sun, sun, su-su-su-sun (in the sun)
I arise from my melinence to the sun beginning
Kiss by the ray of a sunny day
But
They use to tell me, they use to tell me, they use to tell me, they use to tell me
Yeah man for real they use to tell me this shit man for real for
passed down through a hug city
Slug city, No love city, fuck city
Bad bitches with a buck city
Every ounce of Gold dug city
Yeast and alcohol sold by
a great dane bitch, you a chihuahua pup
Walking through the park, all the n***** drool
These bitches trying to learn, so I take they ass to school
When I
deal
Get the
Funk outta here
Get Quarantined
Slow it down
Like The Lord on a mule
Confetti flies like I broke a tie in high school
I'm like you if you
plans
They take away my food stamps I'mma dead man
Gentrification birth of a nation
Killadelph illa than a slave plantation
Question is this a recession
We getting kush by the bale and then sale it it probably look like I'm bagging up broccoli
Walking around with a stack of blue money it probably look
not back, wouldn't be ya
She sitting right by my side with a bad demeanor
(Man) If I were you I would love to leave her (ugh)
Chanel bag, loui v,
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
Are you living in an old man's rubble
Are you listenin' to the father of lies
Are you walking' with unnecessary burdens
Are you trying to take them
reduced by smoke
Why don't you let me be a fool
Stubborn as a mule
'Cause I get a house, I get a pool
As I promised you in school
Then I dream away the day
Worried about my health
All the lies that you told while you moved in stealth (In stealth)
Feel like a cardinal, I was born by God but I'll die in hell
and let me go by
In my roadster
My red hot roadster
I'm running Whitewall slicks and big bad wheels (big bad wheels)
And coming off the line, you know
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
Are you living in an old man's rubble,
Are you listening to the father of lies?
Are you walking with unnecessary burdens,
Are you trying to take
of the vengeful
This was all triggered by the sub-conscious central
Sweet dreams are hideous lets not confuse those
Bad dreams will find you confine you
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
To subatomic particles, strong enough to stop a bull
Bodies slam, to oxygen, drop a mule
Urinating rocket fuel, freestylin over gospel tunes
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