Lyrics:
Got us tick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock.
That's when the E jumped off the startin' block.
A 100 Miles from home and ,yo,
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
it has to show
In my home away from home away from home
Sitting on the other side of the telephone
Just watching cars go by
Feeling trapped in these
think it's easy
I can barely walk in public, if
You was in my position, surf
Home and away games are played the same
Just on different turfs
Nobody loyal,
Its lonely
Get used to it
Verse 1: Malik Baptiste
I was living at home with my family in Texas
Pouring coffee over ice for a check and a necklace
on the beat by the way
Look
Woke up focused on the cash today
Praying that none of my niggas pass away
Mac on my hip who I'ma blast today?
That's the type
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
The DOC- Hey yo Dre (yeah, what's happening?)
Have you ever met this female by
The name of ah Tairrie B?
Dr dre- yeah, yeah, I met her
The DOC-
made plans to go get her home, there's no cabs so I had to pay
A bit extra, I was embarrassed cause I was short on the day
But she's my bae
She said
watching me, but I'm the flybird
And I can take you to the home
Like the doctor (Watch)
As I see her getting home does she know
That I'm a superstar?
Don't
on the mountain
Seven times, we walked
I heard his voice, I saw his life
And listened to his talk
People came from far away
To stand there by the river
loud, funny
And mad cool he kept it so real
With me from the jump, like
"Stay away from all these bitch-ass
Niggas none of them are your
Friends" Him
there'd be nobody else
And the thunder rolls, fire-pit glows
All those teenage shadows passing by
Fire in my eye
Wake up hard from my schemes about you
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
a lil’-short-fine-bitch-gizzle boy!
That mean knifin' yo bitch, and
That mean poppin’ yo bitch, i!
Still get them big Nicks from Wal
Nigga you could that X from Slice
And he off
what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because it's my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
(LIke novacane) like novacane
You used to make me feel so good
Like I was on top of the world
I'm sorry that I gotta stay away from ya
But that's what
to heaven's gates
Feel like I'm on the road yea
Like I'm packing up my bag it's just a mile away
Feel like I'm going home to heaven's place
Feel like I'm going
the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away
Hey, baby, look at me, go from zero to hero
You
social distance has me feeling out of sorts
I should be outside, drinking beers, watching sports
Not making masks from old boxer shorts
They’re rising up
Young man, you'd better mind how you talk to me
Haha! And who are you?
I'm a doctor from England
Where I edit a medical journal
I've visited the Home for
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin'
talking goat
The Old Man was just like my dad
I come from the hills of Europe
That's where I met the Old Man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
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