Lyrics:
My opp is the man in the mirror
Dont understand but want to understand clearer
Why I hate myself dont have faith in myself I was taking this route
prevalent without a bit of benefit
Fuck, he left his temperament, I still see the evidence
Why can't I shake it off, why can't I chill wit my kids
Why can't I
selling books so I'm getting paid by the fucking Page
The center stage, I'm Callin out Mr. Johnny Cage
Punchin him in nuts to Puta end to his rave
skin
You've got an upstart in your car
He's ridden his luck so far
Damn what would I give to be him
The way you’re talking on the phone
When you think
am a Son of a Dad
Who mismanaged his rule so much that he runs and he prances
Lucky enough I was blessed with a MAN who could stand in
That's what
we're left without a life line, cardiac arrest and flat-lined he
lost his mind
At the end of the day, a game of golf the bankers play. The wager is our
both can tell that when wake up in that place that we'll have neither by our sides
I never lie
I can star or play my role like marcus morris in
think the good Lord would mind
I was calling his name the whole time
Sometimes I get a little drunk
And I go home with some crazy punks
But don't
people buy your cd so that you can eat,
It was for love that I started music in 2006 (two thousand and six),
Little by little, I grew up, and I'm feature
music awards 2015 (two thousand and fifteen) in Hollywood,
it's only under license that I was able to sign with a major,
Whore, he will come when this
Feel like Tay-K, left the bitch, lil' bitch, I been did the race
Fifty-five years for some shit, 40 at his face
Takin' pics, wanted poster, hard flicks,
ain't believe enough to keep it up
So rode alone, it was fine, see
I had no time to bitch and moan about it
Nah, to each his own and it was on
Had to get
gonna hear it from all my tunes
I'm telling my story when I'm on the beat
Bnoutchie on fire, he keep making heat
In the sky, we keep gettin' geeked
Hop
through their menageries
She's been propositioned
Propounded by every pompous prince
Given panniers of peerless pears
And plums, polished
I've been
crying
When i get my money up
I'll feel like buying all yo shit
Minx and meals
And ice yo wrist
His and hers let's match our whips
Then have sex right
But I always break even when the odds right
Since Divac was floppin’ I been a king
Ain't an option
I’m livin’ things that I’m jottin’
I keep it dark til
out, nigga,
Ready to get with the shoot out.
In the meanwhile,
I still gotta make me some money to get by.
Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
like nine miles long
And just fill it full of everything
Like Noah's Ark on crack
I found a field
From a man who says he got it from his uncle
I
really so bad, she be on my mind
Every time lil ?theus¿ pop out you know that she by his side
I got these new haters attracting
She get that bread and she
accordingly
Always keep it a stack, ain't no folding me
I'm AI, you Jordan, ain't no holding me
When I'm up we won't doin' no meet and greets
When I was down by
'Cause I've seen the life we need, this ain't it
The land of the living built on dead by stolen kids
And take off was shaky landing gon' leave skids
Your
And Art-form, like back when I was spinning on cardboard
OR hard floors, or just watching Muppets or Star Wars
His heart pours, yeah, open-shut like car doors
a movie "by the sea"
Lost my mind like Dory
Enenemenemenoe
Courtesy of Uncle T
Fairchild for 3
I will never come clean
Who was sippin that peach tea?
Take
second Sunday
He comes when I call him
Yeah, he knows his name
One day I'll saddle up
And the two of us will ride away
This weather I could almost
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