Lyrics:
This song was first released on the Spirit album. It is the only album it has been released on.
Born in the month of June
No silver spoon to help
they niche as in looking hella stupid
Choppa shoot like hi hats
Bitch give me lap dance
Lames like you we by-pass
You selling crack on your motherfucking
impacting the passions we prouder
By actually acting like active attractions adapted
And seem to just scratch and scream louder
How you could be so fantastic
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture-print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives
and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and lives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives!
Just
I thought I'd write you an album
I thought I'd tell the story right
Cuz sometimes it takes time to knock all the broken pieces out of your life
Sit
Puff, Pass i’m ashing it on my passport
Zilchy baby shooting up the net
Nigga no need for backboards zilchy Gravy
Smino always smashing the gas
Four five by my side
Test me if you want to die
Yellow tape, homicide, I'mma make your momma cry
VVS, color sky, rolling up and getting high
Test me
and green
you never fail to amaze me
tho your eyes have never seen
there's a certain sense of being
sure you'll never feel the pain
of love that seems to come
true
Always living be true
Yes you
Love you
Yes you should love you too
Never thinking if I do that
That your not gunna be true
Yes be true
And be you
on a muscle bag
And I come through your window
Just like I'm Bruh Man
Paper chasin', paper chasin'
MMG I'm paper chasin
Take you where you can't see black
By
love me cause she nice to me
We was supposed to be homies what happened to Three
It was me you and bro now it's just you and me
I was smashing that hoe
of it
Those who spoke of love have suffered killed by the public
Men are suckers thus subject to be puppets
And are suckered much by little or nothing
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
and the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
on the board and jumped right into the deep end. Before they could react. I just started swimming. They love that story.
At this time in my life, I kept saying
slowly
Covered in corn stalks, protected by the oak trees
Freeze muthafuckas
Get your hands in the air muthafuckas
This ain't a game
I don't talk shit I
(Italian) and Country Classics Albums.
Everybody's got the dancin' fever
Everbody'd love to rock and roll
Play it loud and baby play it better
Funky
And by then I move on to new dimension
Defari stack your advance plus prepare pension
Find my nitch don't glitch for the popular
This beat is
that my mom regrets, probably best
That you don't buy my album, save your money yo do not invest
Your bullshit come off of that
Someone tell these
And the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives
Just
Bitch! you already knew what it was
What's a dog like me going to do with your love
I drive it down the street tied to my bumper
I don't care how find
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