Lyrics:
but he couldn't cry
His dog was run over
His wife up and left him
After that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in a war
Was laughed at by a whore
on the put a couple videos on YouTube
Dropped two albums in the summer then woohoo
After that everything was just different man
I was just, like, happy
They Living Breathing
Now they offspring like my Offspring
That give me every reaason
No more hot summers this shit
Cold as 40 below freezing
Through
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
Why not when I'm feeling like a winner
Call me Dillon Brooks
But wait I actually deliver
Let me know when you drop 40
By then I'll be pushin' 40
Maybe
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
I remember
I wanted to tell you, "I love you," when I told you, "I like you"
You said we could meet up again, up in Athens over the summer
I remember
eating and getting fat while y'all dying of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's putting up McDonald's numbers
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
(after a first verse, not on the album)
Fifth and MacDougal, crossing the street,
Last rose of summer I happen[ed] to meet
She greeted my face with
sung and recorded by the core 8 members, however a total of 26 feature across the entire album, with the ages ranging from 11 to 19
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which opportunity I should go after next
So to help me not waste entire days of my life in indecision about what to do next
I've begun to ask myself this
happily ever afters, uh
Just broken families forced to start new chapters
A natural disaster, the cycle, in a loop
And we caught up in a rapture
Not
afters (uh)
Just broken families forced to start new chapters
A natural disaster, the cycle, in a loop
And we caught up in a rapture
Not to mention all
role
Short skirts and high heels minus 40 below
At least it's better than you couch hopping but I told you so
That one day it's gon burn you out
The debt
dumber
Then my life changed, by the end of summer
But It's inside my blood, I can't escape it
My dreams grow bigger, and all y'all do is keep takin
Was it
still tryin[00:25.81]Man, these motherfuckers still tryin[00:28.16]Just God outside[00:29.68]COD sittin' courtside[00:31.69]I pull up from 40 with my
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I'll
Have to get closer deals on the tables now
I'm after this closure
Every albums killing they like
'Can he get colder?'
G is who your Girlfriend's
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
bad, but he couldn't cry
His dog was run over, his wife up and left him
And after that he got sacked from his job
Lost his arm in the war, was laughed
the dogs never die, yeah
Forty-two come alive, yeah
Hide your bitch, hide your wife
I'm allergic to cap
I can't hear these niggas rap without an EpiPen
that circle Piazza Saffi that the bodies of La Banda Corbari were hung, a group of partisans executed after being captured by Nazis
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