Lyrics:
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
another drink
Gimme a pill or two
'Cause I don't wanna think
Girl, I'd rather feel for you
What I feel
What I feel now
What is real
What is real
since I'm not sure where your head's been at lately, would you mind doing me a
Favor by circling yes, if you're down to start fresh and go on a date with
when we walk through the blizzard
With no hat, coat, or gloves for our digits
It's been a long, long road, no fibbin'
Goes so quick though, excuse me
syne
Times gone by sure held the illusion of romance
But where do we go, where do we go, where do we go
From here
Do you follow the leaders, take
and the brimstone
Where souls cry out to the King's throne
They beg for mercy it's too late though
And now you thirsty in them flames bro
Get it together the Lord
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
Halo, sippin' Cris and we straight
Monday, we go to Bungalow 8
Tuesday, I'm in Spa, drunk, doin' the shake
And for the rest of the week, we just follow
niggas, yeah
I do this shit for my woes
I do this shit for my niggas
I do this shit for my bros
I do this shit for my niggas, yeah
We've been takin'
like I can get me anyting
(And by anything I mean everything)
So im tryna go get me everything
That I’m worth
Yeah
For real
Cause we coming from
If we splitting the bill
We gotta be For, Real
The kids need the real
This how I feel
This one for the real
My life is a reel
To stop me go for
your soul
She got a lot of body, do she even have a soul?
Is she trying to take mine?
Is she just a wormhole?
Where is her soul?
I just don't know
She
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know
tell me where the drugs at (You better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the pounds at (You better do it)
Nigga better tell me where the yams at (Uh)
how it feels to be judged by pigment
Besides getting it from both sides of the tracks
But I swore I'd get them back
Even if it meant selling my soul
put your money where your mouth at
You won't be talkin' much would ya
If you was weren't 'bout shit
Revolutionary do it for the niggas that wish they
brothers that could never just switch
Go for your bitch when they feeling an itch
This shit feral
We coming from the same chenil
I pedaled and pedaled
Go
When the body leaves the soul
One goes missing, one goes cold
But I don't care about the bones
They were only just for show
Where do we go?
Where
years in the red
I was losing my mind, I was up on my game
Right person, wrong place
Just ahead of my time and it's mine
Where do we go? Where do we go
and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
and we'd go drive
Back to where I lived it was small it was far from perfect on the inside
But you loved me anyway so you'd still come and lay your head with
daughter I love you.
We're holding on barely so by the pain we know
My faith is lost my soul is sore and I wish to live no more.
My love and light keep
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
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