Lyrics:
As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you"
If there's a God, why has he let me go?
As I walk, my life drifts
kissed ya
Let there be a gap give me time to miss ya
And I'ma go out with the fellas don't blow up my cell
Be cool and I'ma catch you later
Watch me
love
My soul is torn apart
My body aches all the time
Slowly freezing inside
I'd rather burn in hell
Than leave my heart in a cell
Pretending to be
Free my mama out the cell
Perkys finna get you one day. You feel me? It's gonna be okay
Perkys finna get you, it's finna be okay
Yeah, yeah
Alright
Now I'm countin 100s I swing euros and pounds in Europe with pounds boy I be movin around. Cell phone well known the big boss rick rizzle the rich
to these jordan 12's
I'm in a taxi talkin to Tidy B on the cell
Business as usual
Treacherous industry the musical
Heavy form in the game will do it to you
yeah)
Doctor said it’s better for my health
Don’t be blowing up my cell now
No need no help (No no no no)
I’ma keep it real just like my belt
Cause most
And take a drink
Take a drink
Take a drink
Take a drink from My well
And be freed from your cell
Come take a drink from My well
You're worth the blood
That
'round me
But I'll be out here, just tried hittin' your cell
I'll be hittin' your cell
'Cause sometimes I just need you-ou-ou-ou (I need you)
personality will not be televised
Your cell will not be televised
Your association will not be televised
Your marriage will not be televised
Your difference
tryna make him learn
I don't wanna say he'll be in a cell or be in a hearse
I ain't lose a brudda, he not gon' be my first
I ain't manifestin', I'm
can't be in hell's cell, child of Mell' Mel
cash and hell rells. zeek doin' three, he even fell, hell, he comin home in 07 and 12 cells.
cause you musta
Moneybagg Yo is a lit cigarette
Pick up a check
So many digits, this shit just be lookin' like cell phone numbers
What the hell wrong with us?
Well known
And the feeling of alone
As cells stumble, the end has begun
Chemicals rush in the blood cannot be undone
Cell suicide endless, attack of the clones
And Laid
You wanna be stuntin' on your cell, ha?
Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha?
You 'bout ready to roll a draw, ha?
Some of that
You wanna be stuntin' on your cell, ha?
Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha?
You 'bout ready to roll a draw, ha?
Some of that
bet he tell on me
That's why i say fuck it
Get him off the streets
Rather you be in the cell than be close to me
You hate it but it's true, ain't play
and nothing else
In the chills, in the gains and in the losses
Trust your gut and nothing else
Don't you close your heart in any social cell
Be who you wanna
words and the mud of cells will soon be judged insane
So only stop and rest yourself and you'll be off again
Oh take off your thirsty boots
And stay for
work
With all of you
Just a bunch of gamer men
Rubbing heads in a gay way
And even if we lose some brain cells
We'll be cool
Four... it's the four
white
Ouu pale
I just hit 10 bands
From the dell
I rather the Stu
Then to be ina cell
Upping tha heat
I’m lifting uh nail
Left right wrist
the End
Not the End
Its the beginning
It's a...
Paid my dues in the cell
Be the toll of the bell
Dearly beloved
We gathered here today
To say goodbye
any further they'd be
Dead brain cells
Just be yourselves
Go stack those shelves
Your IQ's on the floor
Read book
Go learn to cook
That's all it took
think we're living in hell
Because every time I fell I met the devil himself
You can still be in prison even barring a cell
So everything that's written
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