Lyrics:
RIP
Street boy come grind with me
Go back I don't fuck with you
Excuses don't get results
Shit we do needs an applause
Always right, you can't report
My
to get big?
I'd hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kids lips.
That shits as worse as it gets,
This verse is over, I quit
Signed Charlie
All my troubles would be far
Away from here
I've been barking up all the wrong trees
Gone too far to find my way back home
I just can't go back on that
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
to slangin' ya-yo (don't wanna go)
Slangin' yayo (slangin' what?) to get my mail (oh, no)
Hope I don't go back to slangin' ya-yo (don't wanna go back
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
THE SYSTEM: Chad Wilson
(Interlude)
Why—-why—-
Does it have to be this way
Why —-why——
Will there ever come a day
I don't cry—cry—
My heart
deep
My lolipop shop just would not sleep
Rocking the body in and out like a party
Screaming and creaming, "Come on Charlie!"
Cause (Charlie says!) I
patients
Leave the long look up inside his eyes
I ain't gotta go and worry bout shit
Taking my whole fucking life by surprise
You know what we be on
Man we
that can withstand
Because it's not a good place
Back at school, running a fail
Jim didn't care to come out of his shell
Leaned on Charlie for the help
give a call back, my number is 1.2.3.4.5.6.6.6.
Again this is Wilson Wilson form Super Stanzy Channel at 1.2.3.4.5.6.6.6
i hope to hear from you soon
All the Way
From the Woodrow Wilson to The Golden Bay
Hey
Gotta get it all the time
Going All the Way
Watch a nigga shine
Howd you get here
Who you
through the most we gon find our way
This that real love I been waiting on
I was down bad on my ass now I'm stable
You was by my side we was starving
Dirty dance like Swayze, she crazy tryna get to the boxers, ahhh
Charlie then suck me, she bit me, nonsense
It's the chocolate factory, now come get
on fighting.
(chorus) Funny Man, Tha Producer:
And all the days come back to me, come back to what we used to be.
And in the end well find the rest. The rest
Clifton get a back pack
With a fat back give give her ass a little slap slap
Hit that lil bitch from the back back with my hat back
Now applaud give her
four might just
Turn up at your show me watching in a venue
Man we're leaving with your soul
I ain't tweeting little hoes
I need my P's to come and grow
would be sunny days in the park
But then she ruined everything and beat my ass in the car
Then in part 2 we started back messing around
Talked to this
came
I'll call you back tomorrow
I love you
Make it home safe
I will
I promise
Been a real nigga
Only changed for the better
Never switched up
Jus got my
I wanna be like just like him on tv
Have all the angels by side like I'm Charlie
With some Gucci on my feet just to step out in these streets
Maybe
Burning alcohol through my veins
Jaded, cynical, hopeful all the same
No way back to the way you were
You can't fight forever, it's a futile endeavor
I
wanna mash that
Trapstar hoodie and a snapback
I don't even smoke, but I back straps
Push up your wig and it snap back
My whole team in black cah
of a pistol
My brother run out and come back in all excited
And I said what was it and he said it was the report of a pistol and then he said
Mr Garfield
the stack
I get my change, now go cop, get'cha a drink
And have a hoe butt-naked washed up by the sink
Blowin' stink, and I don't see grass on the field
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