Lyrics:
My name is Dean Dawson
And the Parcels and I would like to say thanks
For listening to their debut album
The band would like to thank
Lucky Boy,
Motherfuckers better start backing up (what up what up)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks
depression
Just starting that chick fully charged it
My soul is his target
Partially consumed by his darkness
Should I fight it or give up and die quick
I'm
"Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do"
With
3 in mornin no i never stay up borin
An im livin life while tourin
So much smokin got me soarin
While im writin metaphorin
Im the motha fuckin bomb
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
always has been always will be
You could travel every square inch of the planet Earth and still be
Ninety-three million miles away from the sun
Til you
flight
A joke to an album now I'm dancing hella rich
Pull up in the MAZ, gang you know I'm never sick
On's till the days, it's all just crazy
Want to hang
You on that Molly
Oh yea
Gotta turn to the max
I might hit from the back
She wanna turn up
Oh yea
Oh yea
Oh yea
Oh yea
She on the Molly
Oh yea
Oh yea
fuck
Hope you get hit by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait till this album is wrapped up
maskarafe
I'd only want the first place
Bitch i might get you erased
Yeah hoe i'm onwning this place
Fuck up these tracks like it's nothing
I already said it
it. Love you, buddy
Timmy
Yo, what's up, Dxsh
What's up, bro
Yo, when you drop that album and it goes platinum
Are you gonna give me some of those
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
Slide in this bitch super fast,
I just rolled up me an eighth,
A 3.5,
This shit super gas,
Kendre got smoked by the police,
So please do me a favor,
really tryin to fuck the game up, you just a tease
You don't want it when I really get buck, you wanted peace
Have you hidin in a hole when my album got
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
up
Now everything is in a rut
So whats the use of trying
When you could just try to stop
If we cross paths again we'd look down and avoid eachothers
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
Seen the rovers roll up with ribbons
I seen them repo'd, resold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number one position
When you hot I'm hot
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
three times
Pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do
With a steel-nosed hammer on a four foot switch
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
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