Lyrics:
to fail? Fuck nah
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips? Bust shots
And if you with me, ma I'll rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school
to fail? Fuck nah
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips? Bust shots
And if you with me, ma I'll rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school
a frozen pie
Played my heart like ta da da
Verse
Running from my lows so I gotta stay high
Needa let go cause I’m barely getting by (whoa whoa)
Said you’d
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all
(Making love) out of nothing at all
(Making love) out of nothing at all
(Making
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
now
By the light of the moon
She rubs her eyes
Says it's funny how the night
Can make you blind
I can just imagine
And I don't know what I'm supposed
to drive it
I was fucking up a club on a Saturday
Fucking up a club on a Sunday
Re-upped, popped out midday afternoon
Then I do it all over Monday
I was
you're here with me, yeah
Hop up in the tub
I can give you rub
I can give you love
I can make you say yeah, yeah
Fillin up the cup
Yeah I'm fillin'
gold, no talkin, interrupt joy
Don't be fooled by the drugs boy, ooh
Perky thirty feel like love boy, ooh
Bitch keep fuckin wit' them lil' boys
I got Hi
Whoa oh oh, Whoa oh oh.
I saw your smile; saw your smile from across the room
Whoa oh oh, I know what I should do
I gotta find, gotta find a way
I got the skills to pay the bills
I'm Mike D and I'm bustin' out trap kits (haha)
The time has come so I'm going to rap this (yeah)
You Rip Van
alive)
[03:51.04] (I gotta make it out alive, I gotta make it out alive)
Written by: Jordan Hall; Kevin Hall
in the back end
Just -hold my hand
Treat me like family
Whats more important
Every day that your by my side
You’re with me
Bridge
Whoa whoa whoa
I cant
the odds
And now we even because
You start to open up your eyes and start believing in gods
I mean like
Okay Okay
Okay Whoa Wait
Selling roses by the dozen
Whoa
We aint goin fold
We been down this old lonely road that country road
Everybody can’t go get lost won’t make it home
I say
Whoa
We aint goin
me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way
to works and for my dreams come true
I know, i'm wrong, i can't say no
More crazy than a painting by Van Gogh
For me is not easy to go out of control
I
the rules I play by
No more Mr. Nice Guy, less you rollin up and smokin it
I was in a box like Pandora till you opened it
I'm something like a genie so don't
Goin' a hunnid
Now bitch is you coming not going out funny
That shit not meant for me uhhh hah
Bitch is you loading up El "go head" suck me
I know they
Shaken out of the seams, troubles under the sin
I hold my hands up and I purge to begin
Help me wallow with fools, pull me out this disease
As we
Like whoa whoa
I told her meet me at the night show
My section lit like a light pole
I pull the strings I'm the maestro
Love to keep them bitches
I've been thinkin' bout your love, ooh
Don't let niggas take your clothes off when you get home
Long day, rub your back, water, get your mood
could if you just said you're sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by now
If you're out there
If
Even got a big sister by the name of Chocolate Thai
Brown sugar babe, I gets high off your love (oh)
Don't know how to behave, yeah (oh)
I want some
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