Lyrics:
clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no use whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl
there'd be more
I thought we'd ascend for sure
See I'm just sittin' here alone at half past 4
Writing beats for, well I don't know who for
Cuz I don't think
and no more cops?
Shit is crazy
Shit I be thinkin' about
Yo, it's just questions
That I ask myself
When I analyze the world when I'm by myself
I
a smile
Heart trouble
You know that my life just ain't worthwhile
Without your love
Can't even force a smile
I chew my nails off one by one
Only got one
at a young age
We've seen many thing and it get's more interesting (Yeye)
But no tell any person, we all have what we're facing
But they go learn their lesson,
don't really... I started getting tingles up the back, I don't like that. Dave?
Oh, get out of here. Anyway, no. Hahaha! Jeez, four top ten singles in
sleeves when it's short
Wit more bullets than ya favorite wide receiver has caught
And that Randy Mossberg ya Steve Smith and Wesson ya
The shoes pop up
on you.
If your work is good then it's trouble at home.
If your moves is right.
Then your dough is tight.
It's like running a engine on no fuel.
How do you
have trouble sleeping alone
Can tell by your voice and your tone that you're, you're wrong for me
You're wrong for me
2 a.m. you're calling my phone
You
ain't taking no more
Body on body I'm taking yo soul
Unh Huuh
Baby what's your sign though
Woah woah woah woah
You should be proud of the things you do
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
play by the rules, nah
Just cuz I got trouble cutting off my old hoes do that make me a hoarder
I was in trouble, plotting on how to make double, p's
it
They why wonder we struggle with most kids
Minorities in trouble
Pop a bubble that won't flare
Derby inside the rubble
Shit can tumble but won't
miles
With no inclination to roam
I've gotta say
That I think I've gotta stay
'Cause this is feelin' more and more like home
So bring me two pina
get your hands high
And tonight it's no stress get your hands high
If you with who you love get your hands high, get em up
Keep a good time on stand by
The year by my ankles
Convinced of my lack
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
No kidding, man
But what can I do by the work of my own hands
My own
Labrinth, come in
Ladies and Gentlemen, gathered before you are
Five of the finest word-smiths known to mankind
What you are about to witness is
troubles down
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Here I am, baby,
Come and take me,
Take me by the hand, yeah
Squeeze it
Here I am, baby.
When I'm down I
bitch
And she think she a keeper, no
My bitch ain't keepin' nun
Bitch I'm flexin' keefin'
Yeah these niggas weefin'
All these niggas weepin'
Countin'
always out his mind
Oh, yeah? Bet, say no more
Ced pulled up to the lo', lights off, it's like one o'clock
Grippin' on the silver Smith & Wesson with
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
miles
With no inclination to roam
I've gotta say
That I think I've gotta stay
'Cause this is feelin' more and more like home
So bring me two pina
the opps in trouble
No evidence so the pigs them puzzled
Free bro, got himself in a muddle
ZK on, don't ask why I shuffle
I'm from a trenchy jungle
Big guns,
matter how you dress
Or no matter what music you like
Forget what they say, you doin' it right
No more grabbin' on ya pillow as you cry through
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