Lyrics:
What am I gonna be when I grow up?
How am I gonna make my mark in history?
And what are they gonna write about me when I'm gone?
These are
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
Don't be goofy, bring some passion to the table, what you doin'?
Don't be stupid, I'm the realest bitch you know, yeah, I'm the truest
When you
bought
What, ever it be
Cash or currency
Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!)
Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun
Let's take it down
[Lady]
You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility
Inmate, state your name (Darren)
This phone call may be monitored and recorded
run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks
They keep it on em, right there in they ass crack
When
The goal is not to be the king but just to serve my time
(My name is luke nathans)
Whether it be the throne or prison
I cannot decide
See i don’t
the pictures, just fuck depiction
I quit my job, man fuck commission
God on Earth
To be or to not to be, a God on Earth
To be or to not to be, a God on Earth
guys I'm your man
So lemme take a picture
Please do understand
I be staring at you
While you pass my crib
And I'm wondering
If you the one who has my
Pew pew yeah yeah
Yo aye look aye
Oh is that your b*tch bro
Oh is that your b*tch bro
My lifestyle a movie
I don't think they get the picture
Hundred
Heavens too crowded
And earth is burnin' right now
So I'll be on my pink cloud
I'll be on my pink cloud
Hell is too loud
I keep my feet off
was dead
and underneath the picture it said
Don''t wanna be under your thumb forever
Don''t wanna be under your thumb forever
Don''t wanna be
Picture you and me, sitting in a tree, F-U-C-K-I-N-G
First comes drugs then comes sex
Play your cards right, you'll be my next ex like
Seen
make it home when fuckin' with my dome
In my zone niggas be gettin' pepper sprayed down
Drinkin' with all the boys done got that heffer laid
Baby, Baby, Baby
What's It Gonna Be
Baby, Baby, Baby
Is It Him Or Is It Me?
Don't Make Me Waste My Time
Don't Make Me Lose My Mind Baby
Baby, Baby,
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
who's feelin' so low down
Now is later on gonna win
[Chorus]
Let the picture paint itself and it'll be all right
You don't have to try so hard
You
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave
take me aside
And show me the bigger picture
But until I'm with You
I'll be here with a heart that is true
And a soul that's resting on
Your
you'll just be another one bit the dust
Just one of my mothers sons who got thrown under the bus
Kiss my butt, lick fromunda cheese from under my nuts
Ridin' down the canyon, to watch the sun go down
A picture, that no artist ever could paint
White faced cattle lowin' on the mountain side
I hear
tall
And his picture's on my wall
Love to be his baby doll
If he kissed me I wouldn't mind at all
I love somebody, yes, I do
Love somebody, yes, I
I've got your picture that you gave to me
And it's signed with love just
Like it used to be
The only thing different, the only thing new
I've got
The "Boston Blackie" kind
A two-toned Ricky Ricardo jacket
And an autographed picture of Andy Devine
Oh, I could be anyone I wanted to be
Maybe suave
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