Lyrics:
shit belong to me, two choices, you can get along with me
Or sit your fagot ass right there in dormancy
Wait, all you missing is heels to be Ru Paul
fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go!
(What more can I say?)
Now you know ass is Willie
When they got you in
fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go!
(What more can I say?)
Now you know ass is Willie
When they got you in
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
things
that I want to say
I'm going crazy, 'cause all my thoughts are filled with you
There's got to be some way I can get through to you ohh
(Repeat
realize
How there are no real
Friends in jail as fucked up as that sounds
That's the reality i remember when White told
Me that he was like
"Y'all niggas
the time
They want that old Drakeo back
Wanna see me wavin' fans
Leavin' souls hangin' out
On the 10, on the 5
On the 60 with a screwdriver
Willie Nelson
the power, the pulse, the hunger inside inside
We are warriors of the night, unstoppable ride
Through the neon streets, where dreams are born,
In the heart
in West Texas
The cowboys are tougher
And the young girls are restless
And the winds take the towns
And there ain't any signs
But there's always
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
is my Adderall
Where the fuck is all my weed
Where the fuck did I leave my god damn wings
Your kids are your kids are in there tw... they're adults now
the days ain't come, and the nights they fall
What are we here for
Why, when this world is misleading
A puzzle more like the image most deaf
I'm still
and turning nights are over
I don't even feel a touch of blues
Once more I can see the sun a shining
Shining though I know I'm over you
So don't think it ain't
a fucking guy
We be smokin' and Smash Bro-in' to pass the time
While practicing frisbee, on the dime
Throwing and scoring are what we do
Against any team in
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
of old Kanye's best
But all they got left if F.Y.I. from the West
In the right side of victory for real
Success my lay up drill
In the mainstream
I win by
through my pockets anyway?
Why you dissin me man?
[m] i'm movin' on
[r] psst, yeah?
[m] yeah!
[r] shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Shit
through my pockets anyway?
Why you dissin me man?
[m] I'm movin' on
[r] psst, yeah?
[m] yeah!
[r] shit get real in here
Shit get real in here
Shit
Nashville bound
by
John Malayter
I’m Nashville bound I’m hitting the road today nothings gonna stop me, lord I’m on my way
Riding in
Can't tell me I'm the only one who feel like, this ain't real life
Like its more to it than the bullshit and drama
Bitches who inspired by hoes
this is better
Than any shit I ever heard and my bond is my word
Yeah I meant to talk like a five percenter
With blonde hair in what I just said there
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy a mansion
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
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