Lyrics:
degrees
I'm sorry for the way I've acted recently
Towards you and I didn't seem to be mean
I may act rude for the reasons I take out
My anger on you, it's
Two five eight play it straight
Got it all worked out
I know what I'm talkin' bout
Yo I been readin' my dream books
So I ain't no way the kid is
fantasy
You'd think that it was all a dream
The way things happening
When we turn it into history
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if
[Rhymefest]
{"And everything's gonna work out fine"}
I don't know man {"Ohhh Lord"} not the way things is lookin
Look, let me tell y'all
The money and stacks grow
I got stacks 'bout as long as Kat Stacks nose
This is facts
My niggas are goin' jack mode for me
Wilin', kick back those for me
It's
get in my way and I'm gone in a Bronco
Chase like O.J., never gon stop tho
Leaving em a cold case, knowing Ima walk tho
Cleanin up with Colgate, show em
time, I lost confidence
Polarized by my self conflict
Holy ties I feel start to slip
Sober eyes till I feel like shit
Where procrastination take over some
Rizzo: What!
Jimmy: Come on boys, let's go
Gonzo: Yeah, let's go
Rizzo: No way, I'm not goin up in that thing.
Gonzo: Oh Rizzo
(Singing)
(Chorus)
a nigga want here
I feel y'all bitches know I'm holding my dick
I feel y'all know I'm bout to hit me a lick
I feel like goin' to Texas for me some brick
I
or Dumber sequel
Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey's my mans (Yeah)
But here's the plan
Multitasker
I don't need an OG pass
See my trajectory is everlasting,
it either way
Took the time off for to change my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
going with the flow don't worry bout a thing
Who knockin'
Who coppin'
Who plottin'
Who widdit
Who talkin'
Who walk it
Who gets up
And gets it
Whenever
my dick up in yo' wife, raw dog
Now we got a son on the way
The call yours, I ignore laws
Break rules, break tombs, take jewels, make moves
We
wonder what she'll do
Now in my day I've made some foolish moves
But back then, I didn't worry 'bout a thing
And now again I still wonder to myself
and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart
I'm addicted to stress, that's the way that I get things done,
If I'm not under pressure then I sleep too long,
And I hang around like a bum,
I
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
Jersey
Now we can do this a couple of different ways, it really depends
Could give them classic NY jeans over the Timbs
Or I could spit about my car
supposed to be my
Then you should throw some
I got twin by me, call that Olsen
Never backing out, I’m really ‘bout to go son
Okay I’m on one (on one)
I
from goin' under
I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
No savin' me (No savin'me)
I'm in way too deep
(I'm in over my head)
(Every little thing she said
No this girl ain't wanna talk to him what he goin do now?
Oh my god, you were my goddess
Oh my lord, you were my lotus
Every day I'm thinking bout
inside my brain got me goin' insane
You were my bae my main lil' thing why'd you have to go change
And it's hard for me to explain but we gotta part ways
an erection)
Go nigga, go (ain't shit to fool with)
Young black male
I try to effect by kicking the facts
And stacking much mail
I'm packing a gat 'cause
U STILL DON'T KNOW NOTHIN´ BOUT HOW I GET MY KICKS
BUT THERE ARE WAYS 2 GET THRU LIFE
& THERE ARE HUNDREDS 0F ANSWERS U WONT GET THRU BY CHANCES
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