Lyrics:
And let him be the judge, cause I'm not
Bitch I ain't lucky, I'm hot
Fuck with this side cause we runnin it up
I know you niggas don't like me
I know why
paid
I don't even want her number, I just wanna fuck
Thought I'd have it by next summer, it took me a month
Goin' for it every time, I don't like
see your potential
That you'd rather insult
Now you Grabbin tissues
When I'm just trynna talk
You know that saying that it's not you
Well this ain't it
the spot, with Lil Wally
Or me and Danny D was in Raleigh
On a Wednesday, Thursday or Friday night
We in the parties, and Saturdays we mostly got right
Sage citrus summer rain and eucalyptus
Pace different age by the pain I witness
Bound your words to your bond surely they unforgiving
Judge your honor
is in the way, only time I hear them barkin
Made a beat tonight, got a song out by the mornin
Try to stay creative, y'all the same, y'all just boring
on K-I-D the soul child
Staying off the block I'm making momma proud
Produced my whole album I got it off the ground
My head in the clouds
Can't box me in I
on the spot
The hustlers don't stop
Load up another clip They shootin' crazy
Better hit the deck by the time I stop blazing
Fuck that
Don't worry about no
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
life I thought I'd never face it
Grew up too fast now a failure gotta embrace it
Had a rough patch but here I'm coming back again
Working real hard I'm
***Intro***
Testing 1, 2
Curiouser and Curiouser
***Verse #1***
What did you think? That I’d be over being sober? Fuck no
I’m just getting
Predator Don't bait it's prey
Or wait to make a Move
Wanna fill these boots
But couldn't walk a mile in these shoes
Hanging by a thread
At the Mercy
bicycle to work when the gasoline price rose
He'd judge with no pretense, fish on the weekends
Each morning, get up, do the Pledge of Allegiance
Never swim
They'd chase her by the mail
She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She
Originally performed by Twisted Sister
he spent his life
a silent sentinel
for all to fear
he walks, he talks, he thinks, he feels,
but no
round
Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear
They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair
Young politicians fight for poverty
While people
I know her by her apron
And the dress she wore.
Umbrella on her shoulder,
A piece of paper in her hand,
She gonna tell old John
She want back her
recall ordering
Signed my name in a straight line
And gave back the pen
You could tell by the way he said “good day”
He wasn’t lost again
All around you
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
Someone says they saw me on the scene
But I wasn't even near
An officer was shot to death
By machine gun fire
It's almost twenty years ago
And they still
don't know how
Well he'd go on home but nobody's there
No one to hold no one to care
There was a time he had someone
But one day he came home, she was
your arms thinking I belonged there,
I figured it made sense, building me a fence,
Building me a home, thinking I'd be strong there,
But I was a fool,
in your arms thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense building me a fence
Building me a home thinking I'd be strong there
But I was a fool
A to Z
And you can judge a book by it's cover
A kingdom for a horse, a condom for a lover
She lives alone
And I know how she feels
She has
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