Lyrics:
spaced out
I was
A little visionary, just livin in the clouds
Gap in the mouth yeah, I'm a little spaced out
I'm a little spaced out
Baby you had me open
From here on out
This young boy spit heroin now, I won't stop
'Til a shotgun punk, start tearin' you out, G
Okay!
Bitch niggas we touch rough, we buck
effect
But what about the crimes you ain't kicked none yet
On the ramed out streets of the Inner City Delray
There once lived a little boy named Violent J
his Sassons
To take a crap- BOOM! -gas fumes- then his ass soon
Had shitted out little Denace n Spencer
And so now then the suspense of
Having two
satisfaction.
Pumping out albums like reverend run is pumping out children; here's another one
Catch me on more 24's than Kiefer Sutherland.
I'm bound to be
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down
need, all they want (yeah, uh-uh, uh, yeah)
Take it from me, no, you can't, no, you don't (uh, look)
Nigga, money on my mind more than half the time
to please
I got my little black dress on, I'll be coming to you
Need you in my sister
This ain't a tease, I aim to please
Hey boy, put them scented candles
of national security, making anti-muck
out of spread-out style. the irrational reproduction
of these impossible motherfuckers is spurred on by
you and me
violence bad education and malnutrition
Now tell me how you do you survive in these conditions
He's only sixteen on a grown man's mission
Plus momma dealing
night for you, baby (yeah)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me, baby (remix)
You's a prissy little missy,
bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down
In wrap me a fallon
Bring me my juice by the gallon
I'm about to go pass me a planet
In touch on a star
I'd rather be bringing in a quarter million
me hypnotised
Yeah, she feeling my vibe (yeah)
Pour a little more drank
Cross my heart and hope to die
Yeah, we sipping real potent
Now I'm starting
to you guys just give me a call back
It's Krispy Kris by the way
Alright bye
With the boys sitting by the lake
We getting drunk and we don't care about
man on Mars
Big me saying "bro you gonna die there"
Little me said "do it look like care?"
I’d care less
Count stars not sheep
I couldn’t give a damn
people was feeling me at
The time that was some raw shit
Spending our last money putting
A mixtape out"
Meek's greatest leap forward came
In the couple
makes me wonder no more than most
The things I've seen or where I'll go
Pour it out a little faster slow it down a touch
Make it last a little longer
comin' back for more
But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw
Hold up, 'Bis, quit foldin' up
Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch
Do
Cheers to another crazy year
If I could change some things I'd have a little less fear
And spend more time with y'all
And drink a little less alcohol
Disguise
You tried to cover that shit up by acting like you was supporting me out can't deny
I knew that shit was a lie
I wrote this part for the boys in
and I ain't even talk yet
If I ain't a hot boy then pussy Nigga what you call that
You ain't got block boy then little Nigga just fall back
Rims stop wait
rae, me, but we don't sing, motherfuckers
So Murder Inc, do your thing, motherfuckers
You unleashed on a team
Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming
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