Lyrics:
dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
Take it back to the ? leanin' gettin' rec room punch
We in them authentic alley switchin' joints
Major general
anyone but cats
About you got bredrins and that
Don't try a ting, man ain't an eediat
Tell you to shh hut yuh muh, dead
Joseph, but I'm not your average
Blade up in my back
Back stabbed
You a rat
Cat clawing at my spirit
And I'm never going back
To the sack
Where I got the toe tag
Burnt skin
When I
a feeling that something's not right
Yeah, something's lost it's place
She's a fast-track trip-cat, lucid in style
A trick up her sleeve and she'll drown in
dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back
Take it back to the leanin' gettin rec room punch
We in them authentic alley switchin' joints
Major general
a tick-
-Et, Them clips poppin' on the cat, bustin'
Odd mind cannons on the pill
Is he real? Gaza stripping
In my living room, Wolf Gang threw who?
I'm
only a bill
(Yo yo yo, La, chill
The Nature wanna hear some of that
Up-to date, New Swing stuff)
Aight, I got you, here we go one more time
(Kick it)
even enough voices there to drown you out
I can't keep you in my mind
There's not a whole lot of room in there and it's a waste of time
I just had 300
Bury myself another foot in the ground
Always thinking of you
It’s always knocking me out
So when I’m taking a swing
I always miss in a way
Always
the house
Walked up in the living room passed out on the couch
Suddenly these cats kicked in his door
Ran up in the house threw his mom to the floor
Put
care about. I want to be doing more, you know? Like I just feel like I'm not doing enough. Like I'm a, I'm a comedian. I don't have like a special on TV.
on
Now let's swing back on the topic
Brothers wanna pop it, knock it and lock it
I'm not having it 'cause I control my destiny
I'm never letting a punk get
a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make sure I'm not in the song
Cause I don't need the attention bring enough of that on my own
years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in
for being corny, shopping just been getting boring
My oppositions ain't even scoring on me
That shit you dropped got me snoring
Swing blocks in a brand
don't lie, ain't got to front for me
I can give these digits that you can call
You can hit me on the cell if I'm not home
Are you down to swing enough
room
Used to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my living room
Octomom, I picture putting more niggas in a hole than that bitches womb
Competitive cats can fight cats
While you're in a deep conversation
If this is love
It's enough
If this is love
(Guess it's a)
It's enough
Turns out
sing when she sayin that
Ship purple and white like Rattata
Wanna dance, don't swing like a wiffle bat
Mean with the stick in fact
Beans where your wits
years off
Cold turkey come back and fly lears off
Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff
If haters wanna hate then its their loss
Come up in
sense, I'm a dollar short and a day late
James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee
Must have missed my CAT scan that day
I just threw a Tampax at Dre
mistaking attention for love
I'm starving for touch
You're not enough, you're not enough
It's lonely hours when the sun goes down
And you're outta town
Seven
I just can't fail
I figured, hell, why not
Be what I'm supposed to be?
And then if you can't tell when you listen closely
They suck
I mean they
smells like poured bottles and ash trays
There is not enough palm olive [?]
Midnight is when things just starting to take shape
Kids who aren't ashamed
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