Lyrics:
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
?
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in
Open the door, Richard
Richard, why don't you open that door?
(Come on down off that ladder) uh,
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
first game and Im feelin all explosive
Call me Mr propane Boom
I let it go but this aint frozen
Chosen by the Og to kick the fucking doors in
They better
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
put it in chokeholds
Throw you to the ropes, but you sayin' you king
You be lyin' out ya ass, new name's Pinocchio
JRC 3, and I cannot lie, call me V-I,
nigga
My team smoking that green
If you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, nigga
And I'll give you three shots hold this heat down
Shorty pussy so
Let her drift off to sleep, rip a beat
I wish to be, as rich as monopoly
This is a picture that seems to keep calling me
I'm not a quitter, I repeat
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
she got 500 artists on her phone, aye
My whole world, one girl
Too good, three words
You & me like yin & yang
Made for each other, Barbie & Ken
Red sun,
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
aura back
I used to be so fucking confident
But these days, I swear that-"
I don't know my self
I don't know myself no more
It's 3:30 Lesley was
1,2,1,1,2
1,2,1,1,2
If you leaving, let me catch you
I don't gotta but I have to
All the people we're attached to
Fade like temporary tattoos
I got a bitch, you gay
You claim to be a muslum, but you Irish-White
So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight
Plus I cut you in the chest, weak
Come on let's get down, let's get down
Yeah, now we don't need a club
We can do it at my house
My front door's open so homey's can bust it out
Come on let's get down, let's get down
Yeah, now we don't need a club
We can do it at my house
My front door's open so homey's can bust it out
a fuss
But before you make another move
Let's start by taking care of us
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
And they never would come down
Turn around and hold me
I'd like to see your face alone
I'm hoping there's someone home
[Instrumental Acoustic Guitar
said
It's just me and my acoustics
I'll be gone I'm chucking the duces
I'm so glad I let you down
I'm so glad I let you down
Yeah, I'm so glad I let you
exactly where I found you
I found myself tryna pick up the pieces
So you know I'm changing hoes by the season
Plenty of bitches tryn be Mrs Beezy
Wanna cuff
Come on let's get down, let's get down
Yeah, now we don't need a club
We can do it at my house
My front door's open so homey's can bust it out
want it you can have it
But if this life is yours to take, please don't let it be a habit
Losing all my friends, swear it's giving me the bends
If my
hair and natural
Makeup, " she told me "I thought
I will shock the world again and just be
More toned down i thought that would
Be more shocking than
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