Lyrics:
Cash in niggas faces money makin' bakin' cranium
In Portland blazing strains of purple urkle tight titanium
Six stones above me legal herb a Juana make
Sally walk
Bowlegged in a two-piece steel
We live in New York we live in New York
Me and you, come over, we
Do it like the cha-cha, just
Like we
Fuck the air that we're breathing
Fuck Seattle fuck Portland
Fuck my organs
Fuck sobriety I'm chugging Captain Morgan
Fuck everyone around me
Fuck
am but I am not Cupid
You stupid
Them niggas that talk they be losing
I'm cruising
I'm in the back seat im snoozing
I got a blue check coming next
You know we came up from nothing
Blowing this dope get me choking
Shawty get wet like the ocean
Whenever I Shoot know it goes in
Balling like rondo
Well, Portland, Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is, uh huh, uh huh
Well I lost my heart, it didn't take no time
But
paid it for me let you call me daddy
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger what my momma told me
Im getting married to the cash holy matrimoney
in one blunt, you know?
And that's just to get a little high
I'm smokin' all day, I been, uh
I was is in Portland, Oregon right
And I buy big zips
This is a song by the late, great Rich Mullins
I believe in
Believe
I believe in
Yeah, yeah
I believe in God the Father
Almighty Maker
I remember San-Fran to Portland
Looking at the trees go by
Lost myself in green and learned
That time gon' fly
Learned the lesson if I want
Then it's
Palpatine
Californian midichlorian origin
Kicking with Mike Mechanic out in Portland, Oregon
Fuck weed I'm off a dmt vape pen
Before you make ends make sure
shoutout Punch-In
He give me tips so I do well
Man I want this shit so bad
In my head swear I been through hell
If I make it and you hating still be there
This track goes out to any one who has a dream
Mr. Criminal had a dream
But it seem like no matter what
Something would always get in the way
You
with me
Fuck that, two on one - call Jermaine Dupri
Call Kriss Kross too, all four of y'all in
You're gonna have to do more than "Jump Jump" to win
Ice
was caged in?
What would you change then?
What if there was no Roc-A-Fella law for Made Men?
What if hate ran through me?
And what if Portland
that you look
It's always the last place that you look
I'm feelin' young
Feelin' soon to die
Just scared enough to crush myself
Under Portland's
we want each other
If I was in San Diego and you were in Portland, Maine
I'd fly to you lock, stock and bone in hail and pouring rain
Over
was caged in?
What would you change then?
What if there was no Roc-A-Fella law for Made Men?
What if hate ran through me?
And what if Portland
time
She dances with others under open moonlight
Its Portland in 2019, she's afraid to cause me pain
Maybe she can't see that
Baby when it falls
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
with the lost and broken
With a love that cannot be outdone
So if you're ever down in Portland
On a dreary afternoon
Go down and meet our brother
ct
pass you by
Here's your life, you're gonna get it right
Live like you'll die tomorrow
Die knowing you'll live forever, live right
Love like
Restless hands, worn-out shoes
Hero made your lips blue
By your bridge, rivers run
People pass, you're still alone
Are you alone
Diving in, childhood
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