Lyrics:
night
Whether in or out the stu
All I think about it you
I know it's hard to imagine
What life would be like
If it wasn't no rapping
Like the four O five
wrong
But time stands still when I think about you
So it holds while I write this song
I know men know me as a joker
But I mean it bro that I found me
in effect
And I'ma talk to my man Mixmaster Ice
Now check this out
You know that UTFO's all about talkin about young ladies, right?
Right about now
Yeah
Yeah this the one
This is what I’ve been taking about
Man shoutout Bobby
Man I've been working on this for a while now
Motherfuckers might hate
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
buses there
I run to destinations that you don't know where
I had that motivation, not like you would care
You're the fucking reason that I write these
write me a letter don't you send it to me by mail
Send it in care of the Birmingham jail
Cause I'm about to commit some long lost evil crime
I'm about
to find out
Did you?! Arthur: I did say sorry about the
"old woman", but from behind, you looked -
Man: Well I object to youryou automatically
Treat me like
gotta talk to him about tonight
Ah, yeah, fuck, what's up, niggas?
What's up?
Oh, what's up, bro, how you doin'?
Bro, I'm fuckin' excited
Me too, man
complete but you leak deceit on me
You hide the truth in years that pass by you would try to blind me
The people I reside with side with your lies all
You know the cards Blacks get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black
think 'em
That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talked about classics, do my name get
think 'em
That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of
Damn, is he really that caught up?
I ask if you talked about classics, do my name get
Hexagons
Crispy Hexagons
Write what you know; it's the Writer's Creed
Song idea just came to me
Shredded, shredded, shredded wheat
Shredded, shredded,
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
a wrap man
Never gonna ever again stagger for you your fucking shit damn
You can't ever make up for this shit because I'm killing every reason I would need
This is a poem I haven't thought about writing yet
I say that because, to think of the words I'd write
Would require me to unzip the scars from my
had no time to write a letter to you
I'm hopin' that you got the money sent to you
Ain't nothing else to do but get paper
Ain't nothing else to do
Ain't
Lady your arms're always warm and your bed was always ready when I came
Lady in the middle of the night
You would open up when you'd hear me call
old to new
on to the next yeah its a play by play
the same old thing when the daylight change
flex on dishonor yeah say what you say
who would
the rock,
I pray, that you would know him well,
This is like show and tell,
It's more than a show, I'm showing you Emmanuel,
So yeah I'm hopin' that you
see me ball, keep it spherical
Man what these people be talkin' bout? I don't even know
Man what they really goin' on about? I don't even know
Man what
sure faster than me
I thought about the sunsets that would take place there
And about being present for them by your side
Only to miss the colors in
today
Xscape, the pressure that I face from relationships haven't gone my way
Xscape, the man with the pen that writes the lies that hassle this man
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