Lyrics:
on these C# beats by Don Coda
I'm done
Thinking about the what ifs
Done
Thinking about and chasing girls with nice tits
Ass
Eyebrows on fleek
Done
Playing
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
eleven years old
I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just
In the drop-top Jag', how many niggas wanna be me?
Game is automatic, mandatory I sell
To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
'Cause
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
you get a piece
She only talks about signin' a lease
I met this tender, her name was Lori
And a X-rated movie wouldn't tell her story
She had a twin
yeah live it up
Yuh
I don’t need an essay but
Tell me about your day
Tell me about your night
Tell me about your work
How coworkers got you tight
Tell me
here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why
I've been sitting here too long by
phones
The same shit I was doing sitting at home
I felt confused, the story views I saw the night before
She flashed the cam, we wilded out for the 'gram
Listen folks and I will tell a funny story
You may think it sad but I was in my glory
'Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin
Listen up before the day is faded
I got a really short story to tell
Keeping time and an open mind
Keeping time and an open mind
Can I open with
by myself
You can live to tell the story I won't live to tell, yeah
Acting like I'm fine I know I'm not okay
With you inside my mind All these blue
Listen up, I got a story to tell
Hey, fool, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, dawg, listen up, I got a story to tell
Say, man, listen up, I
a fuck sincerely snooze I lost my brother by the age of five
Rather tell the truth than tell a lie I ride for my bitch before some guys
Maya Angelou
I got a mortgage and my kids in a forest by the bridge
And I drives a Rolls Royce in a porridge with dem grills
So you understand I was tryna pay me
to ride
I was laid out, neck on a tire
By a thin wire, he got out of the car and put me back on the side
(Oh my God)
And that's a real life story
(Real Life
mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question
(I got a story to tell)
(I got a story to tell)
Let me tell you a story about a boy who saw girl at school and he thought she was so cute and he
could have had
'Cause I never met anyone like you before
And I can give you more
I pour wine for two, even though it's just me
I tried to reach you, but
Had eight hours to kill before the show
First I thought about heading up north of the bay
Then I knew where I had to go
I thought about taking
don't tell me what they told you I don't know them I don't care tell me what they Really know about me
You could never walk a mile in my shoes tell me
Let me off the Terror Wheel
Shut up bitch
Looks like it's nighty night time
Only some of you won't be waking up
Ahahahaha!
As for the rest of you
Sit
Found you and I tried to lie
I was bound to try and cry tonight
I thought about you every night
I tried to count my lies and I
I couldn't tell you
Someday I'm gonna write
The story of my life
I'll tell about the night we met
And how my heart can't forget
The way you smiled at me
I want
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