Lyrics:
I'mma need all that
Yeah, ay
Yeah, ay
All that, all that
All that, adios
Ooooh
All that, all that
All that, all that
All that, all that
Cash
All
fucked up
We're all a little fucked up
Gonna stay stoned
A little fucked up tonight
Well I stopped by the liquor store
Cause my baby said she don't want me
could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last
Need you by my side
Everytime we touch, I fly
Your body is like a high
Turned on by your
Never wanted to be lonely,
Did I bring it on myself?
Sitting here by the window
Just wasting my time.
Nobody hears me cry.
Just pass me by.
Never wanted
cll this siphoning my soul
I need a fucking break
Living life in absentia
I'm at the bottom of the lake
Step the fuck away, don't want to tell you
me on the way
Cause every one of you are fake, we need a break in this rap shit
Everybody says that I've been stepping up, sometimes I cut
the morning for the lovelier head
We got everything everybody needs to survive
Surely the good life has arrived
I think your atmosphere is hurting my eyes
need to take care of my business
Well why are you pussy-eatin' motherfuckers in it
You about to witness a mafia called Triple 6
Real niggas that don't
need is a friend
Come on stay a while won't you please understand
I'm fucked up with nothing ahead by the end
I know that I'll never get sober
see?
Does everybody know but me?
No longer will I sleep alone
Wasting my life by the phone
No longer will I cry another tear for you
Everyone's so
a various people
Tellin' me that I need to go and repent me for steeple,
But people don't know how it is to be
And alcoholic, cokehead, and a dope MC.
bitch, I get paid just by thinkin' (just by thinkin')
Nigga, why you hangin' with them lames, bitch? (With them lames, bitch)
Everybody with me got some
my friends are hot
The more the merrier, come on in
You got a pretty heart, you'll fit right in
There ain't no need to be hating
We're all hot by
throw the lane Kyrie Irving watch a young nigga (ball)
All these haters by the 85 Celtic vs. the Lakers watch a young nigga (ball, ball, ball)
Jumping off
this beautiful life
that's growin' inside needs a chance
to have a hand in God's plan
well everyone told her they'd
never get by
why he just turned
your visit,
[Chorus: x2]
You're looking from the other side, you think your grass is greener,
My city on fire, don't need matches to start it
need to judge her
Everybody want a taste of the rabba
Body for market trade by barter
Make them no use your pant buy benz
If you stay for lasgidi please
What’s up everybody, come look and see
Forget about the man walking next to me
I can sing so high and take it back down low
You’ll feel so alive when
no matter how hard I try
You're my roll it up, my throw it down
my tear it up, my paint this down
I need my fix to get by
You're my secondhand high
It's paralyzing Where is the love? A hollowed life has shown me There is no love Why's everybody trying to get inside Me? Empty you've taken every piece
like a disc jock
I need the type of paper that Michael Fest got
So I gotta grind hard for this Hip Hop
This is what I do it keeps me alive
I gave my life
Time goes by puffin on a lie, hoping that it gets me high
Gotta nigga going crazy, crazy
Niggas wanted to kill me, got locked up and never found
motherfucker
Keep a toast up by the gold Saturn
Little doulas on the block we
Tell 'em "go stab 'em"
Relieve him of his shoes
It's easier to toe tag 'em'
diet pills, aight?
Got me looking at the sugar in
The Kool-Aid that you made
You need to chase it
Down with some toothpaste
Still stuck to the simple
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