Lyrics:
the best ooo
Bro I heard you talking bout your girl and how y'all started
Maybe we should bring our shawties out to this lil party
Hell nah, ive got three
my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was
We had a hell of a time last night
Kicking sawdust in the neon light
A little toe to toe when I took you home
Took our time saying goodbye
I
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
(Jimmy Alan Stewart/Chuck Cannon)
He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside
definitely in the way (Definitely)
More than three niggas (Three), talkin' big flexin' (Big)
Hung the phone up (Hung up on her), and she still textin'
pinned down by lies and rumors
Tried to 123 the Kid, now I'm laughin in they face
Tell em Hardy har har, that's just the twist of fate now hold up
3
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
hear you grunt
Fellas in the back
Watch the bootie clap
Ladies in the middle
Let me hear you sizzle
Yell
TECHN9NE is hard as hell
(3rd Verse)
What ya'll
shave his beard again and he pretends he doesn't hear me
And all he does is eat Doritos and Cheetos
And he just fell asleep in his car eating 3
Lying on the bedroom floor
I can make your life a livin' hell
If I wanted to, wanted to
Chew you up and spit you out
And still you come around
So I can
Feels so heavy
Lying on the bedroom floor
I can make your life a living hell if I wanted to, wanted to
Chew you up and spit you out
And still you come
like the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered like tennessa
Or trapped in the bedroom with the Texas Chain Saw
Massacre one two three
Ayo, gon' pop the shells for the mail run, Chanels redrum (ah)
Thirty hangin' out the well done, we live in Hell, son
Residue in my finger, weigh
Watching the world, passing me by
I turn my face, up to the sky
The rain falls down, drown me in gloom
Indigo darkness where I sleep with you
You
hotel rooms
Your house my house to the bedroom
Right now we’re not doing much
Bored as hell and it kinda sucks
Watching TV, but Martin’s on
On BET, my
factor in jail
The streets is hell, you can tell by the smell
Off with his head oh well
You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel
got it made, still
Some people live in heaven
Some people live in hell
Some people burning up inside
Some people own the will, still, still
Lightining
Okay
Um, hi there
Hi
Hello
Hi
Hello
It's currently 7:36 AM
It's 3:20 PM where I am
Currently 8:25 on a Sunday night
It is like, 1:45 AM
And I'm in
finish
I'm like 2-3 whippin up wit Dennis
Got big bees in the trap aint talkin bout nicki
Aye
I gotta problem wit hattas
Nah Watchu one do
I counting them
Mario's jealous the amount of times you've been in Peach
Democrat President ain't abiden by your bedroom laws
Neither will be you when you're pressed up
to Robert, and see if he could
offer any leads.
I'd been in Greece for three months when I met the tall, slender,
regally-goateed Stranger, who Robert later
TDE, limitless, like we on NZT
I made my dreams reality, so to speak
Or so they say, I could still be asleep
I'm in a whole nother realm, go to hell
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