Lyrics:
you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
Touched by dead guys speakin
my own rules
Then I watched- more news- got more in tune wit my old blues
Got picked up- by the new crews- start blowin' up- got new shoes
Cuz I
you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
Touched by dead guys speakin
you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
Touched by dead guys speakin
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
Cause life is a gift in itself
And only certain people are blessed with good health
I'm Uncle L, but you can call me Todd
I can feel the power of God
Fatty girl, fatty girl
Fatty girl
Uh uh hot fire hot
(Step up and
Represent player)
International baller baby
Heeshy
Young birds in the Coupe
gracious
Look
Look
When circumstances are present and all the trauma has stood
Black men and women constantly feel misunderstood
Aforementioned in a shape
Fatty girl, fatty girl
Fatty girl
Uh uh hot fire hot
(Step up and
Represent player)
International baller baby
Heeshy
Young birds in the Coupe
Eleven
4-1-0-8-0-9-1-5-9
Same 227 style with one nosy bitch in the blind
Hit, one-five-five for twenty sacks and better
Nothin' but love for this
In Rangun
We know your faces
Come out and die
And welcome the
Tourists under the
Burmese sky
But tomorrow Christine and
Me feel just the same
Without
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
hot too, bout to blow up in this bitch, do not move
Dashiki fit, you know I rock it already, by now you would think that I walk moons
The ladies loving
with my son, in size 8
Prior to they release 'cause why wait?
Look in my estate, I got electrified gates
For these blasé guys hating at a high rate
dates in a gang of states
And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights
At the backstage gate lookin' great straight
Waiting for a nigga so now
of fame
Hall of flame
Smoking exotic by 8ths straight to the face
I cannot fuck with no plain Jane
When it come down to my Marry Jane
I'm need to feel like
I'm the highest in the room you can already tell
Don't check on me you can see I'm doing well
Making my money by using a scale
I run it up off big
really cared
But by age eighteen he had lost all his hair
He used to hang out near the border of New Mexico
Spittin' in a can, but it was all for show
He
that’s a different level of maturity
We getting International currency fucking horizontal and vertically
Diamonds straight from Africa you can tell by
in the Fanta baby this one for Kobe international player baby manu ginobli pissing codiene I’m praying that i don’t OD she a undercover hoe get the bag
my own thing
Flow at hand,
Looking to branch out, expand
Yea bitch, what you thought
Came here with my spaceship
Round trip in a snip
Stand by, baby
Baby I Can't Foul,
Feel Like Eminem How He Felt Up In The 8 Mile,
When You Lose Yourself In The Moment No I'm Not Folding,
Destined For Greatest Its
eight years
At least I got good time, half time in
Now it's halftime
I'm kicking ether like Nasir
Not here to be liked
Came to redefine control of a mic
the moment
I used to write by myself in a room, with my thoughts on a loop
That shit gave a hook, and an uppercut for the booth,
I was shadow boxing with
.jpg/225px-Todd_Rundgren_(8470849856).jpg "Todd Rundgren & Utopia")
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