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Words & Music by Ed Bruce

I wish I'd known the man a little better

That turned my mama on

He must have been a heck of a man

'Cause mama was

the .40 on the waistline
On an all beef diet, never ate my
Words, tell these nerds go ahead and grab a plate, I
Only serve just desserts, I don't bake pies

our minds description
We realized
That the real lies
Were the good guys
So we snuck by
Wore a facade to get through to the masses 
Talked of drugs

blinds
Not been outside for weeks
My baby by my side
Tears of joy on her cheeks
We don't know where we're going
When we go out on the road again
But we

shoes and I’ll go for a stroll
Off to Neverland where the music don’t age
Weather vinyl or cassette you won’t hear me complain
I’m a sit back with my

You wouldn't ever wanna see the world from my perspective
If you was in my shoes you'd understand why I'm so restless yeah
I do this shit without no

only men could raise men
Well my mom ain't raise you
Cant do a
Mile in my shoes that I wore around two
Fuck an in crowd they aint style when i pass thru

shoes
Resold when needed
And sidestep all them fools
The dirt was damp
The grass was wet
My feet was heavy, man
That was life's first stress test
Looked

by myself and I

Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do

outer space
I'm booted up you could tell by my face
I'm suited up I got drip to my damn toes
It's a vibe baby don't let yo man know
Bend it over and touch

if this might be your day
Open up the paper, to see what the planets say
Well you better get up on your feet boy, polish up those dancing shoes
A nice

you wonna vibe with me tonight
Oooooou foxy do you wonna vibe with me tonight
Come on come on

Text her that night put some shoes on
It's a nice summer

kill it in the booth
It's true I'm just tryna get my dogs in the coupes
Get a couple of pairs of shoes and a few pounds too
Off of murdering these loops

don't care what's in your cabinets it's not stocking my shelves
Grass is always greener
Pussys always wetter
Miss a lot of nice days fiending for some

Waking up, with nothing but my shoes and a knife

Breaking up, nothing bad you just weren’t very nice

I wanna see the movement of your stars up in

imagine/ growin/ up in the hood a low income area or you live somewhere nice/ but can barely get by/ now this is where you’d say I would better myself/ not

the candy grapefruit isake, number 9
Shade by Geneful when I roll up through
With the golden handlebars the suit is aqua
But the shoes is tiger-grip
Jump off

the girl so mean but the pussy so nice
Losing my mind, slip inside the coochie like ice
She a baddie, super independent, got no type
Then she met me, changed

Taking a walk down the street
I got on my brand new shoes
But I'm getting tired of walking
So I got to find an empty bench to use
And then

She wondered if it really was her in the mirror 
Or was it some paid actor on a screen 
If the body looking back at me is really not my own 
Then I

phones on my dresser that's how im on it (Three)
Choppa laying next to my dresser, drum is on it (Woo)
Triple beam still on the kounter, ressy on it (Work)

always by my side
wait for me when my shoes are untied

i try to catch my breath as i drown in the air
trust me when i also say that this is unfair
poor

up the broom and clean up the mess
And seh to myself, i must be doing my best
And the best
That i have been doing, I've been hitting some nerves

up the broom and clean up the mess
And seh to myself, i must be doing my best
And the best
That i have been doing, I've been hitting some nerves