Lyrics:
at ourselves
And see how much we've all grown
And know that this year
We don't have to do it alone
No more christmas eve on the phone
Let's just carpool home for
on deck if a n***a want war
Gotta 9 to 5 but I get off at 4
By 5, I got ya work at da door
Trusting n***as, I can't do dat no more
These n***as goofy
bout pain we lost 4 in 1 summer i told big bro man watch my top then hopped out he a runner cant trust a bitch they all the same only worried bout self
If you go against the grain then you shit outta luck
Quick show in Milwaukee Brody picking up his bucks
My fam want me to come home I’m
Weed lose my focus
Pop a addy make me feel right
Grew up round some addicts
I ain't learn how to heal right
Don't leave me alone
I'm scary on my own
Ouwee,
Yeah uh
Last summer i was falling for this chick
Fast runner when she saw dem boys
Seen her curve em quick
Now n days they want to love da kid
One, two, three, four,
a-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
One, who is afraid of everything and
Two, in company alone
Three, inside
spent talking
Bout English Avenue
And that Fast Stop
Where you bout got caught
Drinking by the cops
Oh we were runners
I guess that Chandlerville blood
Sitting home alone
Waiting by the phone
Waiting for you to ring me
It's been feeling like you don't need me
It's been feeling like you don't see me
of showin crack like plumbers
Add the runners , now that we relaxed for summers
Get a home, put chrome on the 'Lacs and Hummers
I'm 'bout to show your gal
det va' nåt?
Det tror do va?
Take a chance on me
(instrumental)
Nu gå den långsammare än förut.
Nej. 1-2-3-4.
Det
alone
Run on home
Gold
Gold
That's what we're made of
I'm walking by these sinners and saints (woo-hoo)
I don't know why they throw it all away
Hold on gotta go rogue
I'm on a Noah boat
I'm alone there's no other
So dope my son walk on water
Low blow 'cuz she know the ho my lover
Flow gold
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
Turn the thrusters on, we're standing by"
There's no reply
Four, three, two, one
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Calling,
off his lexipro
I know we ain't been right for a day, or two, or four
I got problems in my head, I wanna deal with them alone
But if you got an issue,
nigga alone he'll be back
In this bitch next month you
Don't want to be back
In this bitch, man don't act
That way go home
Bro you're a millionaire you're
a little drug runner
As the years go by we're getting older she's getting buffer
But shit at home for her seems to only get rougher and
One day she told
the zip, fuck the steak sauce
Seen him out, he got to runnin' home like it's baseball (phew-phew)
Bitch, if you ain't independent, stay yo' ass at home
strapped but you are by yourself, ain't ya?
Damn straight, I got a jail cell mantra
Been boxed up but I never been settled in
Him got tough started developin
seen the Drac' with the ACOG
Lamb' chops with the zip, fuck the steak sauce
Seen him out, he got to runnin' home like it's baseball (phew-phew)
Bitch,
up a drink", jokes Major Tom
The count goes on
4, 3, 2, 1
Earth below us
Drifting falling
Floating weightless
Calling calling home
Second stage is
need to pump fake with the rock
With a stone to his dome, no abuse in the home
Witness protection, like leave me alone
That's Mike Jack, got a lot
ain't got rich and millies
And I'm fine, cause I ain't ask for a penny
Bitch, it's a privilege to get me alone
Niggas dummies tryna trap out they home
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