Lyrics:
always gone, you ain't never at home
Got me lookin' for you like a egg hunt (Where you at?)
Wait, maybe we just need space (Space)
If the time ain't
nothing left to prove
Everything I wanted to do, kid, I did it
I'm finished, enough small talk
Maybe its time I just drop the mic and just walk off
I
banana seat
Looking like some eight year old kid on your grandma's street
You can go ahead and call me lazy
I just retired real young, y'all, call me
to live a double life
I need her by my side
Cause she's always got my back
Maybe that's the reason
That she's always running back
Stuck in my past
Bout
won't believe what an apartment will cost Been living right by the freeway
Watching TV in my dollar store socks
I don't get out much these days
Convince
power
Hell hath no fury like a baby shower
Hate the plague that sure will get ya
Put your church pew in absentia
Maybe if Cotton coulda got a little
can’t achieve my dreams, I give you a hundred why
I’m the one who’s soarin’ the the skies, while you man wonder why
Some keep a scripture by their side I
single day I can see it from the stage
I'm surrounded by my fate mama
These people really know me, maybe not the old me
Whose really the homie now?
What
convinced that he is Paul Blart
Now that homeless guys surrounded in the parking lot by cop cars
See Tim is an example of a coward with no balls
And Tim's
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
Maybe I could be your Will Smith and you could be my Jada Pinkett
Your bath water, I would drink it
Wait that's weird, I didn't mean it
I just wanna
can be your oyster or a set of jail doors
You've seen mine, I think it's time I see yours
I bet you that we've been scarred by the same swords
So
a chance at all
He told me icons real name is vinny
Maybe when he's getting chased by a bunch of sweaty face record snakes
With chansaws and machete
weighing on your pockets
And the priest, he tries so hard to get you turned
Maybe you've been living lonely
While your woman has a fellow on the side
of broken dreams:
Your word isn't what it seems.
You're jealous and weak:
Stay humble and meek
And one day you might succeed.
Maybe one day I'll
is so much doper than my life been
I don't got that type of money, I don't got that finance
She's like, why you so lazy trying to get by
Back before
say
I wonder who you'd blame when I'm gone
Ayo, my flat mates are bitching
'Why they bitching?'
Maybe 'cause I never do the dishes, I leave 'em in
Suicide hood and 4-do's swangin the frame
Cocked up and sideways when I'm tippin the lane
Showin Asshole By Nature so they know what I claim
Ain't no
'White Ranger's long-lost brother' theme didn't seem relevant." I said, "It's just like
Darkman--it started out fine but it sucked by the time they made
work many days
carrying sands bags and setting c-stands.
You make a lot a money even write a book
maybe write a song grip as the hook.
Its hard work
17 and under, maybe just a little younger
Had to get to know you, 'cause there's things I wanna show you
Forget them other brothers they know lines
no freedom of speech
No freedom to teach - make our kids out of reach
Wanna break ties - alienated in their own land
Running riot in the streets,
the dream of a kid
Who's abandoned, alone in the aisle
Out the window, now I'm looking at a world I don't know
And I'm blinded by the misery of the hardcore
to give
My situation's getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up
Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no body even thinkin' bout
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