Lyrics:
tell you what it is or what it ain't
Please roll me up another dank, another smoke
Though I see it as the antidote
To cure my daily anecdotes
I see my
cars, play it in homes
And also please book me
Book me to come perform in your events
And pay me and pay me very well
I've got bill to pay man
I've got
here!”
Reverend Hammett, the vicar, 75: “It’s the Day of The Lord!”
Charles Melton, the acolyte, 20: “God, please save me first!”
The rooster started
will listen, please
I am an old cow puncher and here I'm dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags
Once I had a home, boys,
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
the property
There was no one walking alongside, it was just me
I had the power to defend both Ozzy and his creed
Then Deron responded by asking me defiantly
“Is
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
possible
How you
Made this album
The more
Unnecessary details
And the more tangents
That take us
Off the main topic
The better
You win
Bonus points
For
listeners relate
Let's put the beat back in, 6, 7, 8
This is the end of Opportunities
1 album, 2 album, is there a 3rd please
This bitch is going off again
home to and, you know
Something for me to, you know
Not only be brave for what I
Wanna do for humanity but
Also to be more protective of
Myself for my
records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checking
They take the album, take it home, and start
took
Walk by faith, nigga
Not by sight
Every step I take
I ain't even gotta look
Wish I could've saved my niggas
Why God have to take em
I was supposed
sense-sense of all this shit around me
I didn't know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean
And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't want to see me
Home and sit there
She thinks, "Yes, I'll run away with Akin"
Sends text, wears frown as crown
Such a pitiful princess
Says "Meet me in the forest
If
bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind
And respect, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live
bitches in the kitchen, never home alone
And he's on the grind
Please, let me know if he's on your mind
And respect, you'll give me
Ludacris, I live
home for my heart
Who knew life could move so fast?
Tied up my shoes, then I shoot for the stars
Give me a twos in my car, and a juice for the bars
Cause I've been out here on my own
I want to come home
Please help me Lord
So I dunked in that water
In front of them people
To show 'em that I’m
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't want to see me
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
Welcome to the love album
You could’ve been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me and I appreciate that
Through my journey of 30 some odd
better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call
truth, like a centipede (Woo!)
Yeah I call myself Twist, bitches calling me entitled
You can't pen like this scription, but please try to take the title
.jpg/220px-Take_Me_Home_(PC).jpg "if u take me home.")
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