Lyrics:
food
Della counted it three times
One dollar and eighty-seven cents
And the next day would be Christmas
There was nothing to do but fall on the bed
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
a fuck
That same mentality that told my brother not to duck
In actuality it's a trip how we trip off of colors
I wonder if I'll ever discover
A passion
before so
Ennui
Are we
On fleek
All week
All chic
All sittin pretty, please
Same things
Same plan
Same game
Same dance
Same faces
All the same places
I
in it gotta paddle
Motherfucker won't let go
I done made a hundred thousand dollars
Every season I was on that show
I've been told I was next
By
your vision get clear
Plug talm bout same time next week? I was like yeah! Fr
Like pass the damn jay
Niggas talk so much shit man it's a damn shame
All
Would it be crazy if I said that I was crazy for you
It's only been a couple weeks but I am longing to see you
Not a single day goes by
Without me
the next day and so on. A girl who's smart and funny and who, if I say something dumb for a laugh, is willing to say something two or three times as dumb
sight
I be there in a minute
Make sure everything fine
Give my cheese get ya shit
Holla at you next time
Ha
Everyday I’m on the same shit
Same state
one week later I'm on an plane for the first time
Got into Seattle right around breakfast time
I caught the airport shuttle for the first time
Started
be surprised if I died next week?
Many niggas, many minds can get through all ten years of they twenties with no time
Get a bullshit degree
talk it you don't live it, instead niggas flexin' on that sus shit, Richard Simmons
Can't stomach what you giving
Start with body blows, give the beat
next week
Idan no dey stress anybody, so don't stress me
Fresh out of town, got my exes texting
Told her ass to move away from my bendy
Steady
wish that Pac did
Uh, you all suck up to me
I’d have to pry your mouth off of my richard
For us to have same energy
Bitch I’m a real MC
Fuck everybody in
white diamonds on my neck
VVS
Am I cocky?
It be: Yes
Bad bitch, she eye me down
And I'm like 'ooh, she be next'
Got whatever you need, trunk of my car
Must stick to routine
Seven days a week
One hour of TV
Then it's time to sleep
Same clothes, same hair
Same boss, same chair
Same day, same square
next level steez
Smoke out, conversation time
Album, mixtape, both combined
Fuck it, I'ma get what's mine
But I still feel like they sleepin'
So I
Punish Myself by Richard Schuttler
Well I wake up in the morning and I stumble out of bed
Got a get a cup of coffee figure out where I'm at
Well
[Intro: Richard Parkes]
Well
Sharing emotions is
Ya know, it's about vulnerability so you, you're
Expressing something
That in general, we've been
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
like a soldier from Saudi
You're not bad 'round me
Want a CD, try and howl me
It's next week and you still ain't found me
The phone starts ringing when
I
grandfather, aunt, and half-brother lived next door, they would
Not watch her for any length of time
I was renting out rooms of my three-bedroom, two-bath mobile
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side.
(Right there
Proud as can be)
I's out there paintin'
a beat tape or better yet a disc so when I'm writing I can swiftly
Rewind and hittin drums, couple of weeks of hits I'll have written some
And I'll be
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