Lyrics:
find out where you live and go later
Better mind that I'm as close as your neighbor
Claw and a mask, man know Mr Vega
No bullshit, we don't panic
I, love.
The love that u give, cause your love so good.
I, love.
Your energy, your vibe.
Cause it feeds my soul and mind.
I, love.
The way that you
broke my heart shit, I call it life
And never will I call it right
Not perfect but I'm the one you would call at night
Traveling the world, I'm just
the Gospels is intelligence
Praised as a virtue
A lot of people forget or never realize that
I started my band as a criticism of
These very issues of despair
Yeah, man, you know I do too motherfuckin' much, I'm Mr. Go Too Far
They might try to come and supersede me after all this shit I'm talkin'
You
the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
you tryna do
Tryna do
So tell me what you tryna do
Cuz I'm into you
On G.o.d I wasn't looking for love
That's on my mama,
Doing videos with women
For
was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give
was on the ground and
They coming at you what would you do
I'd rather be judged by twelve
Than carried by six
I'd rather be stone cold hated
Than give
the old me back
I know im not who you wish i would me
That version of me aint inside of me
I know that i broke you in pieces
You stayed by my side and you
feminine
You rappers have estrogen
Me killin's a definite, I'm in my element
Ain't no comparison, rap game mine
I'm a resident, should be the president
the while hidin’ my pride
I’ll be damned If I can’t
Hook:
You’re all that I need yeah
You’re all that I see
Now I wanna be the best version of me
Now I
at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't
Watson
I rocks on, I mocks none and you can't take my spot, son
The one hands above all the shit stains
So hit yourself in the ass, bitch, and give
Face to face thats how i like to handle it
Save the day you can call me mr anderson
Cypher dead these niggas they talking presidents
Pockets is trash
[Intro - Royce Da 5'9"/Mr. Porter]
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Yo heat's
your face
It's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
Need you baby, need you baby, need you baby...
[Not on the video version:]
What am I to do with my
Awkward For Me
But I Just Act Like You Are Talking To Me When You Say
[Ciara:]
Ooohhh...
I Mean Everything That I Say...
From The Bottom Of My Heart...
I
psycho
Ay, you know that I'm like Nintendo when I be switching up my moves
Everybody wanna go and talk their shit
But you know that I can never fucking
little Joshua Gosh
I wish I could of told you to not do the same
'Cause one day it could cost you your name
And this was supposed to be my first
Notes by the layers, true fucking players)
Miss guarded heart, Miss Independents
I knew you way before you became Miss Valents
I was Mr. Apprehensive
One
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
to the fuckin' Birdman like a lug
And dear Mr. Ronald Williams
To you I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money million-heir to the throne
Goin'
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