Lyrics:
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
Hold my hand
We can dance for a little bit
Take this chance
Don't hold back give me all of it
Hold my hand
We can dance for a little bit
Take this
Used to have no game
Heard she wanna ride now
Nothing like the old me
Hit it from behind now
Lights out
Makin all these plays
See me coming round
of them in JC
From a city where we rising from the ashes
9/11 happened, now they move in by the lashes
Yup, talking yuppies, I'm still broke and I'm
of the bottle
Got a little sand up in the sheets
I wonder what that girl from spring break's doin' now
Is she back in Alabama, two kids and a house?
feel it in her tummy but I’m nuttin’ in her mouth
Hit her from the back and now I got her running routes
That little bitch gone suck on my dick
I play
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
the problems of the world go by like balloons
If tomorrow come now (it might be too soon)
Too soon?
I want the boom in the back of the truck
Ain't nuttin'
to him
She said boy dontcha let him in
She was cussing and pacing and wasting her life
On that linoleum floor
He took him back to his old apartment
Lovely little lady says she's leaving for London
Then she took the ferry down to Paris France
Bottle of wine and some charcoal sketches
Wont come
down my halls and constantly be reminded
By pictures, all on my walls and I couldn't sleep at night 'cause
That image burned in my brain of you on that
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
it Bobby boy, what in the hell
What in the heaven, what in the earth
Where is your mom? What are you cursed?
Where are you from?
Where was your
and left
Then I cry like a little baby; Am I a lonely old lady
Alone in my silly self-inflicted predicament
You gotta stop livin' and lovin' like you're
Edgewood to Acapulco
If Mitey is your lady's choice from Long
Beach to South Beach, they all know my voice
We're burning ganja in Ghana
Scama in Bahamas
all connect just like the real world
Where all the moments lead to and fro
And back to each other moment
In from and behind future and past meeting
Jimmy Kimmel: My guest tonight is a
21-time Grammy award winning performer
Who last month threatened his very existence
By threatening one
sista
Male: He's just a little brought down because
When you knocked he thought you were the candyman
Don't get strung out by the way I look - Don't judge
girl right to the fam
I spark me a spliff I'm so high I can land
Post up on the beach she come back with a tan
I'm a do what I want you going do what you
with the crew
Or drinkin' that Old English brew
Straight from the bottle not the cup
And it gets us more than just fucked up
And I like it y'all
It makes a loop with a flick and comes down with a WUH-WOOSHING sound
A loud CRACK
CRACK
And a TING
TING
Ride out from the tip
The can jumps up
On my way out from hittin'
This honey from last night,
I had to blast right, she was lookin'
Nasty in the sunlight.
Cruisin' down centrum in
than that as matter of fact
Me trying to rap is what whites expect from a black
But to hip-hop I'm a old head plus a false poet
Can't be myself I'm
cappin'
She was coked up back then, she probably thought that happened (coke head)
Quavo and Saweetie was a trendin' topic
Went from relationship goals
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