Lyrics:
to try to bail
so fuck the world we by ourself
while i mashin down I-5
and i got the surge to die
extacy and weed got me high
why do i feel like im loosin
drinkin on Guinness Stout
(Man the cops is comin we 'bout to go to jail!)
Fuck that, I gotta be out
No time to chicken out, all I want to see's my clout
the stench of a rat
Hear me when I'm comin' but ya don't know where I'm at
Never seen in the daylight, only in the nighttime
Huntin' for me something that can
and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'
smile
Wild Eyes I'm comin' to get you now Wild Eyes
Wild Eyes I'm willin' to let you now Wild Eyes
Wild Eyes I'm takin' you home with me Wild Eyes
Wild
Gotta double up the salary
Police comin thru
Get to runnin, losin calories
Givin out free gems
So listen and take advantage please
Worth another dollar
I
to twelve so i guess you could tell
we had high expertasions that shit would go well
we went to catch the train at the train station
we didn't pay the fare we
comin' home to stay?
"An' I can't wait to see my family and meet Jesus face to face.
"An' do you think, Lord, you could use just one more Angel,
"To help
alright
If I wake up in World War III
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
It's okay if you're comin' with me
'Cause your love
licorice with
Me, your candy's mine, homes
My whole life, I've been bred for the game
Baggin' dames, slang 'caine
And always ride with the thang
Comin' up
right, so he go to the church
In front the church you see with a pen and pictures just a hoe and a purse
He spoke first, she opened up her purse and bucked
enough to let us by now
Get me out, get me out
I'm a fucking holdover
My uncle you are not
I was fucking leftover
Make us slave, suffer, rot
I'm a fucking
ain't comin' home
I need a pretty-ass bitch
That accept my flaws
I been puttin' in work, I'm goin' extra hard
I like hand-in hands
I don't really F with
the rear, then I'm cuttin'
Couple man don't want me to come up
Someone tell up that I'm comin'
I was in jail, just waiting for freedom
Gov's buss my door,
nigga that's
Comin' back from
That party and find a stranger home
For real man, yeah
Ah man, this shit is luxurious
Ha, this, this this torture is
a black queen
But every little woman never get
To have a father
And that's really fucked up if you ask me
Raised in the middle of the ghetto ride
Comin out
Family of six no food in the fridge
But we just took life as it went by
I’ve looked death straight through
My left eye
Heart broken 'cah she moved
Two afternoon tornadoes
Where they ripped into a home
The victims believed to be elderly
Their identities unknown
Hundreds were buried for days
By
on me
Got's to be clever, when now they grindin' for your cheese
'Cause when it be comin to drama, my city's under siege
Watch who you're talkin
Clef records we on the rise kid
Get that lap dance playa
Just come and dance with me
I want to dance with you
Your comin home with me
The way you
warch, and it's no
When you think it's sin, wanna lve by tha sword
Gotta die gash, ash to dust
They turnin that passin and not with tha less
Lil' Easy my
Been gettin' tired of my motor runnin'
Feelin' over heated 'cause my life keeps comin'
My hearts been troubled by the speed of love
Searchin'
his first taste
A couple show dates always comin home late
At the break of (dawn), his girl's sleepin
Barely ever see him 'cause he's giggin
Been gettin' tired of my motor runnin'
Feelin' over heated 'cause my life keeps comin'
My hearts been troubled by the speed of love
Searchin'
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