Lyrics:
I'm wonderin' why I got out of bed at all
Three-point-five clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And even if I could, it would all be grey
But
unbroken
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw that undertaker
For to carry my mother away
Well I told that undertaker
pretty fat
From spade ty to king tee, this is where it's at
Nigga, makin million dollar deals at a checker table
And my nephews gonna be the youngest
attack attack-tack
Goals for 1 0 6
When Gabriel Jesus, stuck it through the sticks
100 points that were won by
The Manchester City Centurions
The finest
Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time
To unwind I wrote a rhyme ripped it up and wrote some mo lines
Lookin' out my window saw an eagle
So gather up the killers
Get everyone in town
Stand me by those pillars
Let me take this temple down
The king so kind and solemn
He wears
movies by Will
(What up Will?) seven movies by twenty mil'
And you still ten short from what
I did with one deal (DAMN)
Don't compare me to nobody
I'd
Money ain't a problem when you dealing with the king
G.O.D give you exactly what you need
Love ain't a problem when you dealing with the king
G.O.D
and you won't know until tomorrow if you were a king or clown
(If you were a king or a clown)
Role call by the bar:
I am by the bar, Basia by the bar,
thoughtful eyes
Staring back at me from the window beside
No fright or hindsight
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
Fly by night, away from here
thoughtful eyes
Staring back at me from the window beside
No fright or hindsight
Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
Fly by night, away from here
been burned by
The sight of my death
I picture your body inside of my bed
I rather my vision be blinded by that
The priest, the king and the prisoners
helicopters swoop down
And try to put missiles in mines
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window
helicopters swoop down
And try to put missiles in mines
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window
your lips on me
Put it on so you can take it off of me
Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It's the color red, how could I forget?
Cashmere
and Juliet (Uncle James)
Are just some of the people that I love
So the more of all them I can get in my day
The better I'll sleep at night
I can moonwalk,
scream
I thought the pain from my knife was why she hollering
But she was nutting; by my blade she was not bothered
She busted a nut around my dick that
remained calm
Thought, "Why not just go out on a mission, like James Bond?"
Double-oh-seven, since I'm the great, I'll be double-oh-eight
So I went into
Prayed and fasted Demons casted
Name of Christ no curse has lasted
Christian artist
Guess I'm a Target
Bought by the blood
And it ain't
in love
We'd have nothing but time
How many of you will never be seen by that someone you love
You carry you bible to the saint James church but you
I don't know what you call me
Why not call me by my name
Windows taint, face in paint
What is pain with no gain?
Got no gains, don't play games
Don't
have you done lately
Bitch I nixed the Knicks, smacked the Pacers
Killed the Celtics, word to game 6
You in my way and I'll make you famous
King James
to trip me up and have me toe the line
But you can bet that I'll be ready when that devil comes back around
With a King James in my left hand and in my
Randy James yeah
Foot off the dash now I'm dozing
Probably from Ibuprofen
Cause I be working in my sleep
Trying to catch up on some Z's,
I was raised by
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