Lyrics:
Aaron Wilburn/Gerald Crabb
in effect, the days are all peep
Grown by his own, provoked the wrong sheep
When I'm in effect, the day is all raw
Ten little workers, nine were all
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
sorry for being Aaron Ray
I was caught up in being aaron Ray
Let's rewind the time
To our first date
Back at Odell's
It was a great day
You Stepped
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
This shit started so
Whats up this is Cole aka Vex uhh Im 18 years old from Coatesville PA
Thats five dollars this my lucky day thats that bread this
late too late too late for you ain't gon wait for you
All your ways is through
All your days is through
It's too late for you
It's too late too late too
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
The first, John Adams, nicknamed "His Rotundity"
Tom Jefferson and Adams had a rivalry
In a duel, Aaron Burr killed Hamilton with a gun
Number four
doing a 4-0)
Let me see your drivers license
And registration
I don't need one, it's Aaron's Alien Nation
I'm just Carter
Here we go, then I
(Wooo!)
One day soon (One day soon)
I'll get clean (I'll get clean)
But right now (But right now)
Pour me a drink!
One drink, two drink, three drink, four
10-4 over and out
The way we talk sometimes you'd think
Our love is filled with doubt
But when we're all alone by
The fireside of our home
The angry
Driving big wheels only, 4x4
Yeah, 4x4, 4x4
I done break that shit on two by two that's four
I been takin' that shit too real now I bust that door
the way you can’t pass like Aaron Brooks
Uh, President ride the car slow, I let my driver drive
I’m on par 4
Spit hangin' from my mouth retard flow
Big car
Big house
Big dreams
Remember days ain't have a thing
Coast to coast
Fucking hoes in Beijing
Different chain
Different bling
Now a nigga good
A commodity if you want, it wasn't something I abided by, it was just something that existed
We were always having fun til' the late hours in the evening
We
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people
I'm trying to make it for my kid
I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends
to celebrate
Went on the a fast and never eat a thing for seven days
It kind of help me spiritually closed my eyes to levitate
Been to certain places in my
Yeah, uh, like three or four years ago
The first person to reach out to me about any of the music shit
I mean and we were kind of on the same path
fuckin' problem
This nigga Tyler though, almost killed me
And Nico, on Washington Boulevard
The day before the carnival last year
Just because this nigga
ain't making no noise
Then I'm not connected
Now Aaron's getting annoyed
He's so condescending
I don't pay for plays for fake my numbers for some clout
I
better
Gotta make it past the devil, so guns, I got several
And everybody plays the fool, says Aaron Neville
But I just play to win, holler back like
Any man that chats poop I will take out your eyeball with a bamboo skewer!
I roll with Aaron and Aaron
Frequently I get stopped by the gammon
Because
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