Lyrics:
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
in a limo
I recorded a demo and you know my MO
H-town slow it way down
Here I picked up the tempo
Thought it was a Benzo
But he wasn't in a Benzo
I
and my money by my pistol
I am with whatever, wherever, nigga, I'm bout my issue
And if you think you better tell the ref to blow the whistle
But right
white girl, she said, "Nigga please"
Fuck that white girl, she said, "Nigga please"
Playin' poker now we're back at Strokers
I forgot her name but her
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
"You'll encounter less
Resistance in life if you say, 'No
I'm going to just keep dating girls'
" But then you're minimizing
The resistance that you're
see a surgeon
We didn't talk for a while, he seemed more distant
Wasn't comfortable around me, everything was offensive
But I recall we both had
much better when the pill is taken
And everything is calmer, and everything is mellow
And everything that follows it never leaves the demo
It's
girl
Oh Baby, yeah
Oh I swear I'll never leave you (why)
People have lied to yeah
But by your side I'll show yeah
The way a girl needs to roll
Peeping that demo I can tell that you a pro
Swore up and down that you never did this before
Whatever just go slow
Hated by all types baby fathers
my girl
She stays close on every bend
Ooh, she's a killing machine
She got everything
Like a moving mouth
Body control and everything
I love
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
go home!" is an order, so you must use the ...?
(lifts Brian by his hairs)
B: The ... imperative.
C: Which is?
B: Ahm, oh, oh, "I", "I"!
C: How many
wasting time spitting lines
Thinking 'bout going home cold getting mine
Baby said, "Stop it." I said, "Drop it."
I tried everything but I could not cop
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Vertigo
The way that you got me fallin'
Oh, no no
But I'll be fine by the mornin'
Burn it slow
Stop thinking too much about it
Oh,
than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but, baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom
than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but, baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom
of finding pleasure, all you found was misery (mhm)
But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me (what)
Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy (yeah)
Next
of finding pleasure, all you found was misery (mhm)
But listen, Lucien, you have a friend in me (what)
Oh, luck luck will drive you butt baddy (yeah)
Next
on everything, friends still gon' talk
But they don't have the balls to fight me on god, yeah
Yeah, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Regrets over someone else, now
phone?
I've been on the road stacking money
Talking 'bout I treat her like Macaulay Culkin
'Cause she stay at home alone
But it's all good though
Are you looking like afraid of me
But you never see me on the TV
I know everything you gonna say to me
But everything is on me
Are you looking like
Girl, I can't notice but to
Notice you, noticin' me
From across the room, I can see it
And can't stop myself from lookin'
And noticin' you,
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