Lyrics:
is all screwed up
That is all chewed up, by school bullies and their fists (ooh)
Had enemies in his mist (ahh)
If he snapped back, he gets dissed (bah)
outside, I couldn't believe my eyes
He was in Bill's arms breathin hard and french kissin
I was ready for Mary, Susan, Helen and Jane
When all the time
Every problem ain't solved by spinning in the rental
Rather pull up with you and rock out at the venue
See the streets done gave me jewels, I done
(Steve Whiteman, Terry Miller)
The best of times the worst of times
We've had some good times in between
Walking down on the boulavard of broken
Illuminati hit
Dreams is free and escape is sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun
Winding me up too long
I'm over my head is it day or night
Cause woman you ain't so strong
But you caught me by surprise
Burned me with your eyes
Cut
Change is a constant but you'll have it all together by then
Calm waters never made a good sailor
I thought the clock winding down, a roaring crowd was
gettin’ lit by Miller time
And you know Mich is a friend of mine
So go on ahead and fill up your cup
Well it might be closing time at the end of this song
Time
Bring me back to Cedar Mountain
Up the steep and winding Carolina road
Where summer lasts forever
And good friends just get better
My memories will
you niggas I pop put a shell in you niggas
My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas
I got whores in the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by
I've never felt before
Staring at my life
through the breaks in clouds
Everyday by day,
fantasy combines with life
So the time is now
and I'll always
bumpin Ghetto D by P and C and the Shock kid
Cuz most of what's on the radio today is just dog shit
My shit is so cited, I pressed it in braille
Got Helen
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
as a loaded gun
And I'ma shoot somebody in the face if they too slow to run
Mac Miller, I'm the only one
But I'm the coldest one, this is pandemonium
Got
Oh yeah yeah
Winding Roads
Loosin' up just let it go darlin'
Let it go
That was yesterday
Tomorrows got a better taste
Passion fruit I pick from yo
connect
This disconnect from intellect
I don’t even know what day it is I’m staying in
Introversion got me by my lonesome and I’m hating it
Waiting on my
Pull yourself up by the boot straps once again
Lift your face off from the canvas, don't complain
Put your head down and power through
That is what
a come up
The real mackadocious, the real McCoy
That's right DJ EZ Dicc
This one is strictly for the pimps, players, true money makers
Nothin' but
Our son is four months old his name is Anthony or Ash for short
And he's too small to do things by himself
We were in LA over Christmas in a rental
My Nigga
Me And My Niggas We Break Down Roll Up Smoke Cloud Blow Donuts
We Break Down Roll Up Smoke So Much You Throw Up Your Tolerance Is Low So
him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and
No none of that's true
While the wildest
You're just making this up to scare
because they broke n time is winding down
When that h* s* come up out a n*
It a f* u up
Boys quick to click up with the opps and swear they touching some
a Lisa then get cocked, right?
Every hero zeros by the privilege of the lark's plight
Pillage scrape and scrimmage makes a killin as a part time
Separate
in
The act of production, baffled by this
Ima mothufuckin hiphop capitalist
Back with a fist, back, man I rap for the kids
Tick-tock, time's trippin,
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