Lyrics:
sitting alone, by the phone
Waiting for you, to come through
And what do you do?
You toy with emotions
You act like a child
You get me all revved up
Then
by the red, white, and blue
Crispus Attucks, Henry Flipper should be heroes to you
But since they black they get left out of all the books
contemplating
Is worth the pain of waiting
We'll only end up hating
The child we may be creating
Love child, never meant to be
Love child, (scorned by
thalidomide
Is this the way it all ends up to be?
Just the one-eyed flipper child and me?
Now I can picture you so clear
Inside my imagination
With your eyes
a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically
This was necessary i think
head, I'ma
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 2]
Smokin' weed by myself, drinkin' Henn by myself
Buckin' hoes by myself, I fuss with nobody else
Now red light, child
get it understood
To bad to be good
To golden not to glisten
To focused for footboy's to fuck off my mission
To smart not to listen
When g's pull
a flipper I be damn you break my shell and my zipper
A lot of niggas rats they just hiding they whiskers
Try to take my chain better reconsider
Show me that
day but I'll be back to fight another
I feel so weak
And I feel so cold
I'm lost like a child
And I feel so old
You can't keep a good man
You can't
day but I'll be back to fight another
I feel so weak
And I feel so cold
I'm lost like a child
And I feel so old
You can't keep a good man
You can't
at its fate, for all it might be worth
Her woes, my child, her hopes, are to be found
Searching within, can you hear her voice sound?
Hell, she does tell,
can be our own role models in time
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
man
And he'll grab you by the head and squeeze until it pops
And shake your motherfuckin neck until your head flops
'cause I'm runnin with the beaoch
the freedom in your eyes
I was too busy watching you
Going wild child
To be worried about going to jail
You were thinking that
Running for it
Would make
by making that back bend
I be ballin' like a piston you ain't listen
I'm a real young trapper and I'm trynna make them figures
And I'm really with
the rips in 'em
Gen 5 Glocks, extended clips
Shit'll get ignant
"Rio, why your pop look like that?"
It's a six in it don't be steppin' 'round my
Kitchen by
not very good
[Chorus]
I was a child when I was angered by the beast
Ever since then my anger’s just increased
My anger has never ceased
I drove
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
Took an Indigo Child's pill
I want her to tell me it's good, when I know it's not good
Elevated standards to the point where I can't accept a mishap
been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competitin'
Death by the chrome barrel, forgot
dolphins in the all mouth like good Flipper
Its hard to tell by the picture
Later on shorty swallowing logs like wood chippers
Perfect couples postcards
a wild world
It's hard to get by just upon a smile
Oh baby, baby, it's a wild world
I'll always remember you just like a child girl
You know I've
to maintain.
Came a long Way used to work construction in the rain
I gotta be there for my daughter. I'm gonna charge it to the game.
cs a child, I had
wasn't there to teach him how to be a man
Raised by the streets
Taught by the boys
Molested at ten so he thinks he's Satan's toys
He struggles with his sex
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