Lyrics:
a blessin' in disguise
Off the shelf I grab a book self-written by a yogi
Take my time to read 'cause I like to move slowly
The same pace I take when you get
think I can cope
All my close friends say I should try going back to church
I said I don't know, I'ma shoot for it
Let me turn this TV off... I'm going in
Help me rise, put my hands on your thighs
And just control me, Just mold me, first had cold feet
Now you sold me, my mama told me
Not to be the fucking
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
It's because I want attention when I'm ridin' by
And the girls be on my jock cos my system's fly
(Cars ride by with the boomin' systems)
(Cars ride
And hi, ho, hand me my shovel
I'm liable to dig my hole deeper
And it's off to H-E double hockey sticks I go
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm
feeding off the air and
I nibble at some crumbs
Haven't eaten all day
I know that'd upset my mom
Playing with my hands and I
Keep tryna pop my knuckles
I
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
nigga
You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga
We take everything that you have 'til you don't even have an opinion
We have your attention
the top down and you're cruising wit your lady)
To get paid, I go bezerk
I know my worth so (let's go)
I ain't stoppin til they cut a check
I ain't stoppin
optics
Where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips
For profits, thirsty criminals take pockets
Hard knuckles on the second hands of working class
a stage, put my heart on display
I'm okay i'm okay yea yea yea yeah
I come from, the clock tower, the brass horse
The lit cross, the lift off is from that
know about workin' your ass off
Tryin' your absolute best to stay humble
(Stay humble)
What you know about dealin' with bullies
Tryna fight ‘em off with
is in
The palm of my hand
My vices
Are calling again
My life
Is a fight
With all of my sins
Release
My son keeps me alive
He's five going on fifty
His
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
keep crop tops up in my bag
She can't keep her hands out of my pants
So I hit that money dance
Shout out to girls in all of Finland
Hit cmsterdam for
God bless America land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Through the night with a light from above
This land is your land, this land is my
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
drop me off
I fell off saw some herbs all wearin' Lacoste
A couple dudes in pennies must a played lacrosse
Grab my duffel and I hustle through
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
But when the last of those last moments came,
Annie my girl, cheer up, be comforted,
Look to the babes, and till I come again,
Keep everything
I got a sign take your time everything will be fine,
Ain't got no time to be fake on my way to be great.
Keep it peachy for me peaches all the way up
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