Lyrics:
many other things
Which are always the same
Innumerable
Identical
And over there simply
Someone goes by
Simple as hello
And everything starts all over
fuck with these fake niggas man
I just I really can't fuckin stand they ass
These haters can't even get a crumb off the plate
They stressed all day while
Why you always gotta treat me like a fool, Gave you every day, know I wasn't improved
Turnin' for the better, know I seen it all, See everybody tryna
This record goes out to all you fake ass,
Gangsta baller bueschwa-minded ass house niggas who forget their colour.
Put on a suit and tie
hope, cleans white as snow
Come rest your weary soul
There's a brand new day when you can say
Lord, I'm letting go
Bring it all to the Father
Lay every
always got our backs
To better days ahead never looking back
And the songs we sing to get by
All the ones we love below and above
The rebels and the saints
You know
We all don't want to say nothing else, so we say "as young as we are"
Now I want to talk about
The pronunciation
And the realization
Now
walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself by myself when each day is through
I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're
your plans
I must have been a fool
I must have broke some rule
Now I'm losing you to the wind
So I'm all alone with my yesterday, once again
I'm back
LeBron Flame, Rose Wade
Aye, typa'
It be,
It be all typa'
Okay, aye aye
Every day I wake up, man, I swear it's all type of Opps
So we got all type
rocks
But y'all ain't ready to give us no motherfuckin' dollars
What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool?
We ain't stupid
Think you got us
by the day
Everybody know you choke
Don't look like you got more to say
Matter of fact, I'ma kick it with the homies
Celebrate just for nothing
Take
one's here to believe us
And I don't wanna share you
[Chorus]
Years gone by and this creek's all dried
Funny little things never work out
Years
towers, o Jerusalem
Glow and gleam in the dawn-redness
And in the incandescence of the saints
And with all the treasures of God
Which you do not lack, o
Let me take you to the corner of the game
Where the sinners all win and
The saints feel pain
Where there's no umbrella in the rain
Where there's no
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
Pa rum pum pum pum, listen to the drum, drum
Having some fun even if it's just one day
Then it's all over, red rover, glad I got to know ya
But it'll
I blocked my throat from all the toxic shit I didn't say
No saints in mind but every color turns Manila Grey
Words come out my mouth like its
it day by day
You can call this a disclaimer
For my negative behavior
An advisory for any future crimes
I try to lead a perfect life
But I fail every
We got stars inna wraith
I got pussy in my face
I'm in tampa by by the bay
See the scar on my face
I'm the leader of the wave
All this money onnway
all in my presence
So many ho-hos I feel like Santa
44-clip i'ma let that shit spray
Don't say shit I've been working all day
Like Frito-Lay my chips in
on most things went right
We took them places near and far
I even let one drive my car!
They played soccer against the Saints
And all that day it drizzled
on like Bro can't Miss this
Checking Wishlists
I am Santa's appreciate
Feeling real jolly on Christmas Day
From all the gifts under the tree that i
So close to resemble
Maybe hard to presume
We're banished from the kingdom
All of these days
You were With Us
All of these days
It took too long
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