Lyrics:
Your pops just left
So imma hold ya
You my Beyoncé
And I'm your hoover
So fuck the bed
We got the sofa
Like fuck the bed
We got the sofa
Your pops just
Cinderella's will sell your teeth
Just to get a breathe of a feature
Tell the truth I'd give an arm and a leg
For a carton of eggs in a beater
And if it so
Yeah, yeah
I'm clouded by nostalgic paradoxes, need a roof to lay my box in
Lately I've been feeling boxed in
Love and war can leave you sore, it's
attention
Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in
Never put your hat on the bed. I'm a little superstitious
Got my black suit on, they say I am
mind, Big Murs?
Shit, the end of the world with a wife
At home I pretend is my girl
Did you take your meds today?
20 milligrams worth
But I'm still so
So I was spent, from all my care I shouldn't have paid to them
But I just pray, and trust His work, whenever I say amen
I get in my baby bed
Ba ba boogie on the mix
I wonder is there black up in the hills
Dye my hair and black my nails
Cause empty how I feel
Push away I push away to heal
lay in my bed cry at night
Hate the fact that my status
Read poor and white
And all the rappers I idolize tell
Me that I'm never right
Now my skin is
Quick to strap up, you'd think my name was "kid, back up"
Big niggas, pick that up or lift that up
Raised by gangstas and gamblers, hustlers, con
fresh so clean in
A seven-four pound with the
Windows rolled down
Like twenty on my neck, feel like the king
No crown i be proud of them they def in
On my
hands in the air, if you's a true player)
Hören Naughty By Nature wie damals und so
Hebt die Arme jetzt hoch, denn die Party geht los
Also ey bro (Hip
extraordinaire
The man that scrapped with lions, hibernated with polar bears
Hope I don't play with baking soda in my older years
Mantles'll sit up like hill
with my own eyes
I don't want to hear them
now everybody wants to know how does it feels
Blind things should come to an end
I look so ugly in
suspect that she'll voice her
Approval, whippin and flippin your pelvis
Brothers step in, step off, you get selfish
Yours for the take-home, so she can
Her, her, me, man I just can't get enough
All up in my tub, steady poppin bub
Who is she to you when she reply first cuz
Man I can tell they so
chilling thinking about the time we spent
Babe Ruth why you hitting me with mood swings
In the bed rated R
Cuz it's a movie
Mix emotions swirl in my head
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
and other curls
Casting calls from porn films and ad space for rubber girls
I like my pancakes cut in swirls
Morrocan moles and undercover squirrels
I
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
hills are covered in sand
The riverbed moves like the lines of a hand
So simple that nobody will understand or care
Dew must form on the flower bed
Fumes
No shame in my game I did my thing', on the coldest streets
Who's the hottest on the West? All you niggas know it's me
So tell whoever got it locked,
said, "Tony my biggest fear is to
Hear Kendrick disappeared in
The fire out here and I didn't help
So if I can give him the game to hydroplane
His
My sawed off by the bed, it's a craft-matic
The size of a Subway sandwich, ask Jared
Big foot givin' input
Every rhyme like Lisa Ray homie, fuck
playin fair in the field When I jumped off the porch
I went north up the hill
Grandma mad
Cus my granddaddy dead
But I still
Smoke granddaddy Kush
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