Lyrics:
by the 6 feet
I'm hugging my Mama
Thank you for always seeing me different
But treating me the same
Michelle, without you, I wouldn't be the same
Hey
a waiter on the clock, tryna
Get some water on the watch, like K. Michelle, bring her to the spot, me and my girl gon' bust on spot
Out flip flops, out them
at the worst of times
The best in the west that they left alive
When I’m gone, pour my ashes on Reagan’s grave
Steal the shit I’ve been paying in layaway
Put
executive area
Acting like they don't see me, standin in front of me
Walkin by me three or four times
Showin me views of they Victoria Secret thongs, tryin
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
I put it in my mind I can make a million dollars if I grind, bankroll time!
Bank roll after bank roll
Big Money
I like it
Bank roll after bank
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Eyes on Me
You'll no longer roam
'Cause I will lead you home
Words & Music written by Kathy Troccoli and Michelle Margiotta
go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again, after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime,
passes by, it passes by.
And it passes by, it passes by.
Time heals all wonders
after only a few years.
Time heals all wonders
after only a few years.
keeps spinning long after you're gone.
It's easy
I got time to get high I got time to get by.
It's easy
I got time for mistakes I got time to re-try
I hit it I’m ghost
After I hit it I’m ghost
After I hit it I’m ghost
After I hit it I’m ghost
You was getting to close
Written by: Quindell Evans
think of you all the time
I think of you
When your heart beats next to mine
& as time goes drifting by,
Like clouds across the sky
Together, you & I
After
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
to make a few people famous
This time around it's iight bitch
So please pay close attention
You might here your name, it's iight bitch
I prolly wasn't shit
you had for me, I don't need, I want it out
Somehow I feel so incomplete on the low I'm feeling down
I tried to show you that I love you baby
Time after
It’s a lucky coincidence
I exist in 2019
We went to middle school
Lunch time like where the food at
Michelle Obama switched it
With a water and some
sloppy
But trust me
I could do this all day, I'm a busy man I don't got the time to waste and
Girl, that's all I really gotta say
Ima sit right next
Brought me back some orange juice, two vitamin C's
And the look on my face look like a painful disease
They tasted awful but by that time I had a jawful
tired of
You wasting everyone’s time in
Court no lawyer
Wants to represent you after what
You put them thru that’s why you
Texted me today asking me
For
a blizzard. Profits. The first time I felt the thrill of an accident. The first time my boner got photographed. By who though? Most likely myself though.
all right
One by gone
No one knows
Where I'm walk like a stranger
Any time any world is danger
One day after life
One day after
One day... after
I mean
Of course I'm chasing cheddar
But just to make it good
I'm doing what I love
Michelle could make it better
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I don't
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