Lyrics:
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This is my commandment, That you love one another, as I have loved you. There is no greater love Than when a man lays down his life for his friend.
Let me tell you a little story about this guy that's not important (I'm working on dying)
Let me tell you about these crazy clothes he's sportin'
It doesn't even matter how good I am
You'll only compare me to that other man
And I pulled off Hamlet, dammit
Not to mention Henry the motherfucking
(sugarpie honeybunch)
I'm weaker than a man should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see
Wanna tell you I don't love you
Tell you that we're
My name is Mac Lethal and I'm so annoyed
Yep that I'm bout to crack
Motherfuckin' Soulja Boy's neck like POP
Huh me and Brokencyde get the Cash
Push
at your service
Still bodying these verses
Studying these circuits
Do it for the lifestyle so I can make the purchase
Do it for my family this man is
Bellows
She met a man along the way
He introduced himself as Richard Slade
Oh poor Mary Bellows
Poor Mary thought that she might die
When she saw
Smile on the out, but inside I keep bleeding
Fun and games 'til you gotta take the blame
And I said it was me 'cause I'll do it for my mates
Then
There's a man with a chainsaw
Standing out in my yard
He says he's just trimming trees
But he's clearly trying too hard
And the Chevy Suburban
I just felt like that I want more
Love life, live large
Work smart, play hard
Love life, live large
Stay ready, take charge
I'm a lot
(Thank you guys so much for bein' here)
(Each and every one of ya, it's unbelievable)
Well, I wanna send a post card
From the edge of a place
Wake me up at sunset time to take that tram
Midnight tram to nowhere nowhere is my jam
Lamps are red and glowing
She slows down like a bride
so safely, telling she love me
Wanna care my baby
She knows me if I'm happy (Ohh man)
She make me everything I ever need
She's the one that meant for
Sean, Frank Ocean, Quavo, Lil Uzi
Flatbush Zombies, Pro Era, Gucci Mane, Fat Man Key
Smooky MarGielaa, Playboi Carti, and Chief Keef
That concludes our
I am a man, I am self aware
And everywhere I go
You're always right there with me
I flirted with you all my life
Even kissed you once or twice
Sunshine pours like honey
Through the trees
I believe I'm coming home
Well, some people tell me
I've better things to do
And more productive ways that
can't escape my need for
Sex and violence
Never meant you see them hand in hand
One is with the other
The softest touches, deeper than the ocean
Look who's tellin' who what to do
Kiss my ass good-bye
Don't give me that bullshit
You know who I am
I'm your nightmare little man
Vic you
but I sill feel the pain
I showed him your picture, he said man you were insane
He asked me for your number, now his left eye is black
And I want my
So the factory girl, she listens
For the sound of her daddy's engine
Till the work bell sounds and she leans down
oh, the summers here are hot
All
head 'cause there ain't nothing wrong, oh
I make tiny, starving fingers sew your comfy running shoes
And I make more money than any man could ever
Lately I'm feelin' kinda broken
Like a man that swerves through the world
And I ain't got no explanation
And if I did I know I'd sound absurd
Voices in the dead of night
Whisper words of loneliness
It's true
Footsteps echo down the hall
Comin' ever closer to you
It's not fair for
to her sisters
A child who hoped her dreams come true
But now she's only stuck with you
At least she has a home to share
A man who comes to do her hair
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