Lyrics:
the way you're feeling
Don't worry, man. I'm here for you, so what is it? E's or shrooms to chew
Randy's back with half of the crap that you asked me to get
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
for the first time
Leading a Bible program at a summer camp and we're like
Chillin' with the kids. Some of them would sit by themselves. I was telling
me at 'em
So I crack 'em
Project kids, three niggas livin' on the edge
In other words we're damn near dead
But hunters don't choke, we go for
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
with a pen
Haters talking shit here we go again
All trapped out was my first album
That was garbage throw it in the trash
But i still got two thousands
Enough to get you off the fence maybe
But 10 tracks in and you ain't feeling it
I guess it's just not for you
Or you're just damn crazy
Maybe both
Prolly
just play fortnight
You'd rather play a video game
You know that you're incredibly lame
I'd rather hang while smoking a j
Outside with some pals in
someone will buy my album
Somewhere, someone will watch my video
Somewhere, someone will buy my album
All of that for my music carrier
Someone may come into
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
on the side of you
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
It's for
Lalala everybody sing the stupidest song
On the radio look at me I'm on MTV
In the cheesiest video you'll ever see
Last night a DJ died
He took his life
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
right now
You're my only one to call
Right now, right now
Igo j'suis toujours avec les mêmes pules-cra
J'suis pas sorti d'affaire, il m'arrive
Picture fourteen year old me
Playing video games, that's COD
It's a Friday and I'm hyped to see
Who's online ready to compete
This is my childhood
every mountain, and every sea
With the coloured rainbows and every tree
We're only visitors, in a paradise
One day we'll leave it all behind
Don't let us
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
heard
I felt like we were climbing great Heights like up the side of a building
I was pretty pissed.
there was to be some breaking in of a video game
and how I was now ready to throw in the towel. He says, you know Elizabeth, A&R's don't know what they're talking about and I've heard your songs
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