Lyrics:
fat, bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when I go, I soon back
Better than ever, (never) never better, you
This back-breakin', bone-shakin', belly-achin', hard-workin'
Two more hours to go
Yes, it's keeping me alive doin' nine to five
And I ain't got
the pain that I've been thru.
Talk to her a thousand miles away,
There's tears in her eyes.
If I make it back I'm gonna show her,
she's the one for me -
I don't wanna live forever
Do you wanna be, like I wanna be
Immortal
Just like the gates of heaven
There's no way back, there's no way back
I'm ten
murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out, and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back
well
Talking outlawed, long hair loners and stoners
Singing about to come back home and
Most likely too far gone to get there
Hey, Kix, that was 76
That
a female version of a hustler
Of a hustler
Of a, of a hustler
Stop the track, let me state facts
I told you give me a minute and I'll be right back
or not, it's not Ripley's (no way)
Late night studio sessions, our stomachs would touch backs
No matter how far I had to click it, we touch back
It's
okay
Oh, now I try to be the life of the party
All night buyin' shots for everybody
But it's all just an act (yeah)
'Cause I can't have you back
still running
Like those kids back then, kids back then
Scraped some knees and fallen down, but
Somehow we keep getting back up
Long as there is
passed on, I was leavin' for you (leavin' for you)
Found someone who gave me the support I needed from you (all I needed)
Back on the bullshit, full
heart now I want it back
I'm starting to see everything you lack
Boy you blew it
You put me through it
I wanna un un un un undo it
Na na na na na
Na
puttin' time on me
But looky here, I bounce back like every time
I'm 'bout a dollar but on every dime
I hit her once and I say never mind, yeah
I get my
around, I spin you like a ballerina
Start fallin' back 'cause it got hot, shit like a jalapeño
And I been clutchin' on my Glock even though that I don't
On a private plane
Could never come back and my family straight (grrah)
I'm touchable? No, I'm too rich and too paid
Skeleton Cartier, black diamonds spade
interested, he's holding me back
If I could be more like you, I would
But I can't and I'm glad about that
What if someone had asked
Picasso not to be sad?
smells like lilies of the valley
And the bookstore doors are opening
And it's finally happening
Ever since I fell out of love with you
I fell back in
like gettin' back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
Plasma
"Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma
I got the pumps, it ain't
island girls we got there on the beach tonight?)
(Proud that)
Well, my friends back home think I've gone and lost my mind
Take a sip of rum and you
at our back
That's who we are
We do our talking, walk that walk
Wide open rocking
That's how we roll
Back to the wall
A band of brothers
You got some nerve coming here
You got some nerve coming here
You stole it all
Give it back
You stole it all
Give it back
Good morning,
Let his momma pick it up (pick it up)
Might back up on it
Vroom vroom, with the pick-up truck
That blue and yellow, yeah, that's the Carmelo Jag'
I
You know I got your number, number all night
I'm always on your team, I got your back alright
Taking those, taking those losses if it treats you
Got Lil' Wayne pumpin' on my iPod
Thumpin' on the subs in the back of my crew cab
Redneck rockin' like a rockstar
Sling a lil' mud off the back
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