Lyrics:
Remember that time
We all saw time end
We were right by the edge
And the lights turned dead
And the man we call god dropped
Demons throb out my veins
issues grew up MIA father
Raised by wolves been on my own since a toddler
Be coming for necks like a shitty ass barber
Skripper name LaLa
Check me out
fuck and put it in her butt
Balls blue shaft lubed new shoes they're used
Checkered vans she a fan dumped her mans for my ham
No glove no love no dove
a dude got no manners
Doing stuff with my mans
Instead of what we had planned
That was childish no gambino
You was out in boston no bam bino
Atlantic city
blues
Home Depot I'm holding them tools
I got green make you choke till you blue
Money trails only thing in my view
And bitch we gon kick down the door
to tie you down
By walking you down the aisle
With a bouquet of flowers
and a little white gown
But you're gonna be wild
She works down at the Depot
She said her nigga ain't treatin' her right, I'ma be a help
For him, Sike, I do not get no paper, I'm sorry, gotta ask your man, I say the same
Shit,
on the train to Hayesville Point
To ask for my sweet Jennie’s hand.
There at the depot stood Jennie dear
A-kissin’ another man.
That night as we walked o’er
But you can live through us by carry us I'll be your suburban night superhero This rounds for the husbands that don't get out Your Anglo -Saxon upper
Uzian Reunion Man
Uzian Nigga (Whistle)
Let Me Get Shit Straight
Allegations To My Face
I Need-a Cut Some People Off
Y'all Really Taking From My
the meat, I had her back by eight
I can tell you mad because your face grinning I know they hate to see that BBS winning
A nigga trying to eat, so I'm chasing
an expressive man like a car depot
I never kid when I charge these flows, been on fire since I was a kid that's why I can't see ghosts
Building my story like I’m at Home Depot
I’m underrated, on the mic I’m lethal
Lock up your house, here’s my alter ego
Next thing you know, I’m looking thru
I've checked every train, sunshine or rain
I guess he don't like westbound trains
Stopped down by the depot this morning
But the train had
a lop-eared dogie
If he didn't hush up by day
Had his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched
In a most artistic way
Then says Rusty Diggs to Sandy Sam
Bein' six years old, I had seen some trains before
Hard to figure out what I'm at the depot for
Trains are big and black and smoking, steam
on the ground
cs he sits there in the bushes and the weeds
I remember playin' catch down near the gate
It seemed like those summers didn't end
The depot still
I guess he don't like westbound trains
Stopped down by the depot this morning
But the train had already gone
The man said the train
just
unconfirmed reports that Tokyo is under attack...
By a 50-foot man with a... white face?...
A chicken bucket on his head, uh... carrying an enormous guitar...
Yo I'm ready to go when I hear it's go time
My thoughts are more valuable then a gold mine
Go find another Mexican
That rap like this man I'm
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