Lyrics:
as a possum, but I can't defend
Killed way too many rappers at cyphers for my age
19 never felt so great
By the time you hear this prolly have 20 candles
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
head this pen be
My excedrin i whisper my somber
Tears and shoutout my heavy blessings
Shaking off my demons I'm feeling like
i'm the man now doa hit uk
pepper
Kinda like the chilly weather
King of the North
Face the Ace
I'm the biggest stepper
Who that?
Oh, it's Pookie
He The New Jack
I heard he chop work
the trap of cold revenge
But you can bet ya bottom dollar
When my papa in that Benz
We gone spin! Hide ya chaps
Expunge your raps man
X marks a spots
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
When they first heard us
We were working at a club in Hollywood
Called the Whisky à Go-Go, and the A&R man
Uh, producer, Tom Wilson, came in, he
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
the pain
Twenty-three years, three when it happened
Twenty-six now, still I can't stop the tears
Then my mood switch, thinkin' about this sheisty bitch
by George ?Papa Doc? Bush. Music by the ?Village People? the very military "Macho Man."
?Company!!!?
?Macho, macho man!?
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the future nearly four hundred years ago
I didn't know if it would snow. I
It's supposed be a twenty seven year that's inhuman man, that's impossible
Owo.
[mr. pookie]
Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in north dallas
See-pone jus called me up, now I'm about to hit tha shower
Took me bout an hour, and now
lookin'?"
Ayy, man, this beat can have that whole crowd duckin'
The clip got somethin' in it, pull it 'til it's nothin'
It got hoes in the telly, racks in
fuck! Minnesota
What are we at? What are we at, bro?
Twenty minutes, man ha, for real?
For real, bro heh, heh, oh, alright, well
Let's try one that's
Yo
This song is
Aiyyo Dunn this song is called Sunshower
Cause we approachin' the final hour
You know I ahh all I can say to my brothers
leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff, when she looks at me
I know any man sees you like I see
Follow down
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new shit
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
and stuck a funnel in my mouth
And force fed me nothing but sauerkraut
Until I was twenty six and a half years old
That's when I swore that someday
the story of this man
Never was a plan
Incompatible worlds we can't control
But that's the way it's always been
Circumstantial human beings
By the way
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
to all employees, and I'm here to teach the principle
'Cause I've been saved by mo' bells than Lark Voorhies
Man, fuck that nigga 'Cris man, for real
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