Lyrics:
pressure
Vs drippin all this pressure
I blow a hunnid nun for lesser
I don't think homie got the message
We really ballin ain't no pressure
The homie be
& went to go to work
But she was a him
& she didn't know
With one blow I softly send the message home
I took her down
It didn't hurt
Didn't see it coming,
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
probably worth
And I'm from sunny CA to reign on all of this earth
Rainy terrain, receive the God sent messages
We know the answer, but dance around what
systematic
Automatic, don't you gotta have it, now
Greatness is lusting for top out of losses and told by the bosses
The boss is the teacher and they can't
when I lost you, I went more sick deadly then cancer/
call your phone everyday receive no answer/
leave you a message and you don't call me back/
that
And trickles a little, when I'm by myself
I wove a great story, to tell all who'd hear
Of murder and theft, and a message so clear
If for all of the glory,
in the [?] pouring hennys for Steve
Lighting Ls for Steve, it's hard to tell
When your [?] leave
I'm in the passenger, talking to my bitch by
a message, Boy I'm proud of you. I apologize to the mirror, I have doubted you. You a real nigga, just keep doing what you got to do. These niggas playing, you
Music by: Daniel Trejo Jr. and Robert Garza
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These are my last words
I'm not sorry for all the hate inside
Become this oath
Stand up to the words
what you want, then girl, say so
You complaining, when everything is playful
Growing more distance as the days go by
Can't lie, I admit, is kinda
Don't take offense
I don't mean offense
It's just that truth is a process, you see
It what gets by me
That makes me lose my mind
I even called
messages?
Conscience intervened, got me second guessing
Searching for a hidden camera like a weapon
Look, look-check this out
Turn that phone off, ride
dreams
Got China comin' out of 'er jeans.
Get money by any means, wearin' anything that's skin tight
Pretties up the outside to cover-up what's inside.
a blunt
Nice and slow
Hold the smoke
Then let it go
I love smoking weed all by myself
Don't have to pass it to no one else
I hit my blunt
Anytime I want
a baby no more
Hit her on MySpace, maybe she ain't shady no more
Sent old girl a message, no reply but she read it
Some things are so embedded and our
the same age
I mean, she put on a show that you can't stage!
She made the shit sound effortless
I was damn near in tears checking my messages
I got
You keep calling my phone non-stop
Don't you know I won't pick it up
You never leave a message
Look how you've changed
You got nothing to say,
Spilled into the street
Climbin' on cars
High on the heat
Up on the roof
Johnny jived with his date
Cops came by, it was far too late
I said hey
A quiet moment
Fills the air
This toll drum
Of our existence
The faith we lost
In time of fear
Mesmerized by
This resistance
No reason
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Want to be a baller shot
night (A lonely night)
The stars shine bright (The stars shine bright)
I have an idea to have you near
Here just by my side
Send me a little SMS
Don't break the illusion
I love you the way I dream of you
I don't want to know
I'm happily guessing like dreamers do
By keeping me blind,funny
of wine
To realize I was a fool, I thought she was all mine
Tried to make the best of it, a little day by day
Had all of the best cards, n' gave them
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