Lyrics:
to entertain
Get the blaster, set the stun
Said I'm feeling like Picasso
And I'll take it to the sun
I heard nobody like Grasso
Glad I'm not the only one
Hate
having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past
Passing by
institution welcome to school
Boutta spank yo ass like yo principal
You all my sons like I raised you
I'm in the sun look what them rays do
Competition gets
Everything and everyone a blur
I was left on a highway, sun been rising on the coast
Found myself with a lighter, cigarette bud
I was no kid, anyway
tries to shun, all my memories burn up in the sun
A hole I fell in, dug up, by myself
Never realized my wrongs, still feel like this burden weighs tons
on the street is gotta roll up ya sleeves if you want it done (get dirty wit it)
So I did, had to dig my own tunnel to see the sun (I'm back and I'm better)
Now
and lows, we'd rise above,
These are the sweetest memories of love.
In the photo albums of my mind,
I find snapshots of a love so kind,
From the beach
girls so groovy well I can tell by her boots
And she leans against the bar top with that hot shit attitude
Oh man, well I can tell there’d be some hell if
don't miss my home
Italian sports car, French cologne
Of African descent blackened by the sun, dark skin Capone
On capitalism, a rapper eatin' rappers
in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's
If my eyes could see by faith I'd move mountains and seas
It only takes a small amount a mustard seed
I know it's going to happen because I believe
Nothing else she was treated sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this
treated sick
And ineffective which is the worst thing
That she'd been left with
Damn, no magic from David Blane
No painter to pain this pain
No Morgan
wonder what they'd do if I walk right up and kissed her
They'll probably just stare, nine dudes, one chick
I ain't tryin to play it fair
This supposed
[Mike Jones]
What my motherfuckin name!
Mike Jones...... Who?
Mike Jones.......Who?
Mike Jones...My album "Who Is Mike Jones" coming soon
Yeah!
Where
You been singed now keeping the clothes
Can't be on top forever nigga where is D'banj
Said I come with a demo fuck your life
Got a yellow mami call her
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