Lyrics:
need is a gas and a lighter
And we'll have one hell of a time
I got a California king in my condo
Got a motherfuckin' big screen by the front door
a worry in my head, I'm done with personal hells, so you all can
Stay away from me, leave me alone
Stay away from me, don't you call my phone
Stay away
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
was held by these two hands
He must be leaving hell to live
With a ghost of another man
My name is in the side wall
Outside our bedroom door
He can't
when you rhyming
Wontumi reachi your dreams in bed enti na kwame debia me menyani
S3 many3 yie ahh me fiefuo no 3nya me
I don’t miss my shots nti s3 meni
Still alone in my bedroom
Thinkin' about you
And everything you said was really so true
I don't even doubt you
(Like I don't even doubt you)
No, I
in bed and listen to the house of balloons
Now I’m ahead of my time healing to songs by Oshun
But this knot in my throat won’t let me figure me out
I'm
And I got it by myself
I'm showing my ass today
So I don't need no belt (woo x3)
This hoe all in my face
She say I make her melt
Just playing the game my
me down in your bedroom)
So, you dropped a pill in our drinks ‘cause
we're only after your riches
And you slap our asses when we walk by
‘cause what
I said you don't really wanna go, I can tell
But I'ma take you anyway, what the hell
So come on get on in the ride
And let me take you
that's all I do
No none of these addictions got nothing to do with you
I'm just a loser passed out in my hotel bedroom
I'm just a loser baby
Hell no I'm
restroom
Touching on her spine when she lies in my bedroom
I'll fuck her to sleep then time to grind on the next tune
Working so damn hard I don't know when
Uh-huh
Three 6 Mafia
We gotta do it for the ladies this time, man
Gotta do one for the ladies
They say we never do one for 'em
We gon' talk
Scotty’s on your Facebook stalking that ass
He is dangerous
GIRL: “Oh my god!”
He is fucking obsessed
In all honesty you got one hell of an ex-boyfriend
with your grandma
It was us three stuck in a little room
Finally had a place to play outside, I would love to see you run, like a dream coming true
I
put me through hell and then she watched the fire kindle
Been so many places and I never ever been home
Watch the world around me from my bedroom window
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa
Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chain Saw
Massacre one two three
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
times can someone wash his hands
By the time we get out hell I’ll be an old man
We went from World War 3 to a deadly disease
Tell me who switched us out
bedroom
Three in the morning I be wanting your affection
One Risperidone it's supposed to help with all these voices
By four in the morning I can't sleep
Don't tell me not to stare at you
I see the danger in your eyes
I would go anywhere with you
Into your private paradise
Into your bedroom point
a queen don't need no hoe that's fasho
One that make's her money not by taking off her clothes
When we in the bedroom bend it over touch your toes
You
looked up
Justin, my three-year-old
Had managed to find himself on stage
In front of thousands of people
As if he was ready to perform next
From that
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