Lyrics:
The only thing you had to do was get up, go to work, do a fairly good job, then go home and go to bed, without any trouble. How hard can it be? But you
told me to meet at her job
I'm like whatever, don't know how you could be such a snob
But she got off at eleven, and so I went to pick her up
And lord
a fine upstanding, patriotic, healthy, normal American boy
Reporter:
Is it true that you found Conrad in a Reform School?
Rosie & Albert:
That's a lie!
a fine upstanding, patriotic, healthy, normal American boy
Reporter:
Is it true that you found Conrad in a Reform School?
Rosie & Albert:
That's a lie!
a fine upstanding, patriotic, healthy, normal American boy
Reporter:
Is it true that you found Conrad in a Reform School?
Rosie & Albert:
That's a lie!
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our minds
Someone had to draw a line
We'll be coming back for you one
starts at ten, I got's to go
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here
Ever since day one
Somebody probably say you wouldn't be nothin'
I bet they told you this over and over again on repeat like a re-run
Nobody ever
if?
I mean, that's a big question, right?
If "if" was a fifth, we'd all be fucked up
But what I really wanna know is:
What if?
(What if?)
We had
living like a king
How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams
If it was to be a baller or triple beam
We goin' fuck 'em all up, with the whole
a team (woo)
On top of my dreams, Joyner, I know you inspired by me
Like I was inspired by Nelson Mandela, I give him a rose for every endeavor (hey)
I made it home, he got his case thrown out
I told him then, "Maybe you should chill"
He said, "Listen Tip, if ballin' why they want me
I'ma be
dragon
And had me on the back of a motorcycle
Then crashed in the side of loco-motive with rap, I'm loco
It's like handing a psycho a loaded handgun
Fat Albert)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey I'm cooking like chowder (I'm cooking it up)
Yeah, hey, hey, hey I cook it like uh
You can't mess with my spirit like
but I wonder
(Is he rich like me?) Ha-ha
(Has he taken, any time, to show you what you need to live?)
No! If he had, he wouldn't have ended up in
a good girl, she want a gentleman
We sayin' the same thing like a synonym
I wasn't really spittin' game
I was scrimmagin'
My penmanship is so hard it needs
haven't been around
But I can be like that
What's your excuse
I got you love
Toxic
That's toxic as hell
This generation is messed up
And it needs to go back
Stakes is high like fiends off a dream
Jet streaming having cuisine with
The best seasons
It's the vet season carry a
Vest you know the reason
I'm in
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
throwin' B's
Livin' like life is supposed to be
And if you wanna see it all, nigga roll with me
To the top, couldn't stop, had a major deal but it wouldn't
who I was
(And that you wouldn't like)
And that you wouldn't like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla
Won't be no time to fuck
gave you
Even Meek Mill's gettin' jerked by his record label
T.I. tryin' to become a comedian
Whoever told him he was funny was fuckin' misleadin' him
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