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Fun All Wrong

Roger Creager

Texas Road Trip

2001

the words to write this song
To get me back on top where I belong. But I'm not over you yet.
I must be having fun all wrong

That river run was a whole lot

And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now

Pussy fi ride over di dick lazy no man no be lazy
Gabao so tasty hot summer time
Soweto so tasty hot summer time
Dem gwaan good wha gwaan boy??
Dem gwaan

against
Each other cause he was non violent and i was for self defense
Not too much changed since we’ve been gone
We’re still being lynched by the precinct

That nerve of me
To be approaching you like this
Blame that Easter in my cup
And that Christmas in my gar
But it’s your body language
Oh yeah ya body

We used to have each other's back
What the fuck happened? Stupid
Yo fuck it

Anyway Mary Easter record store
Walked to the back now let me get a four

Throwing it over the door frame, hoping it holds
But the thought that stopped me was ironic and silly
Thinking if I break this frame, yo she gon' kill me

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle

will
Heads expecting former grati'ication but still

Yes please

Stopped at they were hanging on for ninesome by gosh
Buskers splayed all blood on 3rd

evil 
lyes your ether
Sins and deeds 
Are weighted by the reeper
Your not rising like easter
But you are getting lifted out Your sneakers
For all you

As down the glen one easter morn to a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum no battle drum did

Tell ya fans to line us up by favorite rapper guarantee
Rock Paper Scissors with it nigga I'm the best of three
You niggas can't get next to me why yo

smiling, sitting
All listening to the listing of your talent ("No, I love it")
Talkin' all these Easter eggs we know you're still hunting for
Your midnights

face
Let it loop like a gif
Your child being thrown in the air
By the well-toned arms of better man
Your mother, drunk
Shitting herself at sports day
Go

haha
This nigha smoking crack out doobies
Yea
Let me tell you a li secret about me on Easter Sunday li nigha yea
My pastor prayed over me and I seen

nose
My girl cries when she sees me reach down to these lows
Last week was easter 8 o clock in the morning
My kids looking for baskets and I'm in

Voorhees
Skull shattered by bullet casings
Blood splattered
I ratatatted
The rap addict
Get slapped backwards
My Mac matted
So When I clap rapid
All you see

blinkers (watch out)
I’m a star player and you watching from the bleachers (rock out)
We looking for your egg head hiding like it’s easter 
Yo bitch ate my

a tomb
Happy EASTER for all of U who "passed
Over" me -know Im feasting
U should look to me if you
Need something to believe in lemme coach you
They say

All of these bitches so basic
Smoking that gas, minding my business
Roll up a backwood and face it
She got an ass, she coming over
In my face she

number one
Fuck you rap bumbs
Causing terror without a gun
Killa B Got you stung
My OG's telling me this rap shit ain't for fun

Spitters over mechanics
In

Febreze and let it seep in
Smells like victory so I got em weepin'
You sweet like Halloween or Easter weekend
Chicks soft like Peeps so I get to squeezin'

niggas got big bodies
 
 
You don’t like me that’s a big probably 
And it might be over a bitch probably
Still front line when them licks callin 
Brought

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Had that double O spinning kept it cleaned like a Benz
Back when my money would bend surrounded be by real friends, yeah
Ronnie like Bam quick