Lyrics:
the day I came out my mother's womb
I found myself in the operating room
Then the doctor spanked me on my behind
I didn't cry, the kid started to rhyme
a little Fresher by the day
Fill Banks im letting out Bel Air
Ok I still dream bout the cake
No cap everyday is the 12th yeah
No cap everyday is the 12th
The table was lit with candles
We sat juxtaposed and stood out the windows
To gaze at the stars
I said let's make a wish on that reddish one
She was like
Patiently while he wait's
And we'll have to keep it up all night
In spite of the moaning
So I can wear them out
Before work in the morning
By now my little
& dip out
(Let me let me let meee)
Verse
Too excited for pleasure
Two depressed in pain
Thicker than a snicker
Less is more less is more
I
or we fall out
Don't care if it's
Me and you
Or we
Never been about that life it's on me
Now I'm blowing out candles just be alone
Probably why you're
girlfriends wanted me
I waited less on the couch
Watching TV
And more in bed
Dreaming of Bible stories
My Father had taught me
Eve's transgression and
Adam's
on a mission to make you all blest
I don't even know what happened to me
When I got out this circle that is no more nourishing me
I'm out of the matrix
I'm in
picturin'
Ever before revenge is probably probable
They settle the score
Shit, we don't settle for less
We settle for more
We never was ballin' and still
the wrong, and that boy gets to tripping
I've been for a minute, making songs for these women out in Westview
Boy I might snap for this vision, look
I spent my
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
wrote
Cooked the beat up myself, then ate that bitch on my own
Like pussy fresh out the panties that I cheffed up on the stove
Vavy you’d hate me more if
these niggas dope then what you call me
Been nice since the lunch table in a tall tee
More ink on the arm sleeve
You know I'm cooler than a fall breeze
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
myself above the voices deep inside my ear that call me
Hypocrite, idiot, little shit, living in fear of the day everybody finds out that you're something
me even though they life is bleak
Blessing niggas, this that introduction to the fucking streets
We don't call the boys the pigs, we call 'em deegs
give em something to stress,
More likely even less.
[Chorus]
My life! (My life)
Lil' nigga bailin' through the hood,
Livin' crooked like I
much
Feel so out of touch, so tempted by these drugs
My brain feels numb, just a little bit of love
Still want that Tesla roadster
Still want them bands
He could dabble in the snow, rubbing shoulders with the rabble
And still never ever touch upon a habit
At age sixteen, he made his choice to stay
Less condolences and more congratulations
Bought a smile to my face, I heard that Sammy's trading
And K just had a baby, D's an uncle ain't he?
Just
It’s truly like he told me:
Without a little lift,
The ballerina falls.
Doctor Fine: [Spoken]
Goodman, Diana. Bipolar depressive with delusional
said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
thank you enough
I am the map and you are the destination
And I cannot find my way out
Maybe I fall too quickly
But I could have sworn you loved me
And if
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