Lyrics:
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
livin' shrinkin like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggas with money, that's somethin' we need to think about
Ron]
Fuck you bitch, I fish to fuck you quick
And what you get, is no props, I'm blowing up your whole block
It don't stop, I'm on top of this going
a sweat
So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason
To want to step up, it's sucker punk season
Bring it on, young one, so you can get done
I
to station number five
See you next time around
I remember when it was so clear
We were young but the memory still remains
To pick fruit from a tree,
and baby
And I'll fish out a five spot
Buy yourself a drink
You might need two
Don't need to worry
'Cause I know just what to do
Use my car, my
L-I-F-E
Hittin' corners bailin', fish tailin' to the left
I heard the motherfuckin' blast shatter out the back
They wanna screw me, do me and have me
Fantasies of fins,
So be off baby seal.
Swim little fish...
Under mackerel sun, you're unnatural
O how, how do they breathe?
And whales hear whales
on my wrist
So they can sing about me while the world around me drownin'
I was fried like a fish
Weighed it on my scale, and, well, it wasn't worth
give a damn when I can't get an erection
Like wearing fur, like eating beef, like eating fish, fuck the coral reef.
Fuck the police, I like getting
And now coming down the aisle (uh)
Accompanied by no-motherfuckin'-body, it's young Bronny (it's me)
Yeah, steppin' to the plate like Barry with
nigga
What is your placement? My nigga
I'm alone, I can't fuck with too many
Keep a rod, these niggas wan' fish you
If you play, we gon' stand
I guess y'all on board
Young Man couldn't leave that shore
Had the life they made for him 'til he seeked out more
Boat rock, couldn't see that
Young niggas flexing, mean mugs but trigger happy
I'm getting high, I don't ever let a minute pass me
I'm feeling famished, bitch, I'm sick of fasting
tough
Garçon, bring a cup of that young drunk
I ain't ya boy baby, you got me fucked up
Wait, let me state it plainly
Shut the fuck up
Trust don't
Self-service, getting it to go
A lot of work for a little bit of dough
Wipe the dirt out the window of the soul
Fish with my pole from the middle of the snow
Anything, anything, you know how that shit go
Make two moves I’ve been making for big dough
Heroin paradise making the strips snow
Young nigga
done
No time for sleep
Jump in your Jeep
And pump up the funky beat a whole week
Beeper goes off yo smash it and trash it
You're too young to be plumped
She sits alone in the kitchen
With her memories without the gloves
She thinks of all the better times she's had
She was young, the days seemed
And then the big dumb blond in the gold fish bowl
Cried Ella's in the band but she's got no soul!
[Chorus: ]
My friend John was a serious one
Buttoned
Billy was a young boy throwing bricks
Running through town with his finger flipped
Crying inside for the love he missed
Kissing your face with his
Than sleep with the fish
Be judged by twelve, than carried by six
Rapper, walk like a man
And ride a nigga dick
Forty-five got the king size jeans on sag
Been off Adderall and big dreams (what up?)
So I can't find a time to get sleep
No, I can't get peace
Name hotter than fish grease
We been on that
I tend to gravitate
Towards, our fish dinners from a styrofoam platter, taste
My granddaddy sport a plad Donny Hathaway
Hustlin' for everything we
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