Lyrics:
last album, then I'm done with it
One hundred percent finished, fed up with it
I'm hanging it up, fuck it!
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
with it, I'm hanging it up, fuck it
Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
That I'm a good person, though they portray me as cold
And if things
a little faith in you
Don't you know the sky is blue?
Every time you walk out that door
Cursing the sky
Feeling like you've been cheated
Ripped from
I could
Maybe when you're cursing me
You don't feel so incomplete
But we've all made mistakes
Felt the guilt and self-hate
I know you've been
the task force came
Tried to rearrange the game, tried to bang, I suck at slanging
New slang I had to switch it up, wrap a pimp cursing on the track
in that bathroom stall
Praying for salvation
And cursing out the hall
The you went right back to drinking
Like everything was fine
But let's
only human, I'm not always in the best of moods
But thanks for giving the gift of rap to write my feelings down
And sorry for cursing sometimes but
shopping like the nigga using the cupons
Swag so villain like the dress he thought ?
? through all the cursing and ? I had him ?
My car talking, I
the hearses
That carried my niggas, and had the church mothers cursing
Imagine the glamor that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the snow like
have seen the smile on his face
He said 'You'll need someone to help you
When you feel like cursing me', oh.
of this pain and me cursing your name
Would just turn into dollar signs
'Cause I'd be rich, head to toe Prada
Benz in the driveway, yacht in the water
and
Cursing them out, he's watching
The bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously, close to one another
the crowd, through the cursing soldiers
Oh my Lord ~ oh my Lord
You fell to the ground with the cross upon your shoulders
Oh my Lord ~ oh my Lord
Oh my Jesus
break, sorry for cursing
Oh my god, that's like the coolest fucking story I've ever heard in my life!
It's insane
Can you tell us again? Do you have
carried my niggaz, and had the church mothers cursing
Imagine the glamour that comes out the flow
Of a nigga who still play in the snow like Santa
The wrist
Too much anger trapped inside
It's so hard to let it go
Hope is fading
I'm tired of waiting
And I'm moving much too slow
The stars above I'm cursing
La la la la la la
La la la, ah
Sneaking out the bedroom
Cursing, tripping on the stuff
Lookin' for my car keys while I'm pullin'
My jeans up i make
talking is nothing
Balling out with no budget
Do this verse without cursing
She wear the diamonds, them purses
Anyone working?
This mediocre, we want
Are you standing outside?
Looking up at the sky
Cursing a wandering star
Well if I were you
I'd throw rocks at the moon
And I'd say, "Damn you
saturation
(Bah dom bah) cursing at the astronette
(Dom do ah) who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The bureau supply for aging
saturation
(Bah dom bah) cursing at the astronette
(Dom do ah) who stands in steel by his cabinet
He's crashing out with Sylvian
The bureau supply for aging
tattered clothes who's cursing at
the air
Everyone is slowing down to catch a little peak
And go away from me, just go away
To another time, another
stinging thorns
I kiss, I'm mean boys like you
They never come out clean
And while you are cursing
And crying 'cause I sent you home
I'm thinking about
for verses and shit
Been too many places where they act like
We ain't supposed to be there
They don't respect us
Still we start cursing and shit
I might
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