Lyrics:
We gon go together to distant lands
In this world we'd do what ever
Ain't gonna make no plans
Wanna go
Wanna go
Wanna go
Wanna go with me
We gon go
through
Like a Sundays at a takeover
Many styles in change
I'd be lying if
I did this all by myself
Gotta surround yourself with connections
These are
ain't easy to
Do
Of course I'd like to sit down and Relax
But I can't just do that
And blow up out the blue
And when I blow up
I'm trying to last
the plan
This is the end, of your life
This is the end of the album a 3rd one cookin up right
You know the grind never stops living continuously
Exaggerating
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
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
it snappy
Cause though it's dragging
In the end no one can withstand me
It's getting clammy up in here
Unlike cameos I disappear in the noise
I fill
need to cool it
This liquor got me talking
Like I just been hit by cupid
If I heard it in the morning
I would probably think it's stupid
But fuck it I be
up like bang
Look what the drama brang made a crater in the harsh terrain
The game became a target range I'm keeping the peace like namaste
I'd rather
about two and a half minutes
I'll just waste time by doing nothing. How does that sound
And more lies, and that's a saw
Never had I thought that such
Woo, good evening Ladies and Gentlemen
I'm Ms. 23rd Letter and Uh, I thought I'd stop on by and
Smooth that thing out for you
Get your two-step
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's
I got for
This new shit for the GOOD music
Joint we opened up the album with this
Joint that me and Skrillex did together
PW: M-m-m-mm i like that!
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
trouble in a scuffle
No GBP, Hull boys know the struggle
Hull boys have been to The Deep
Seen Peter Levy on the TV
And been dragged round Prinny Quay by
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
and let your friends know
Wanna book me for a show, here go my info
I'd by lying if I ain't tell you some time
It's just to get dough
And I say "Just cause
champagne I won't complain
But I let's be honest turn me up a notch
Am I the alcoholic if
I'd rather drink shots
No, so play my music
My perfect delivery
champagne I won't complain
But I let's be honest turn me up a notch
Am I the alcoholic if
I'd rather drink shots
No, so play my music
My perfect delivery
the open calls and showed up at all of the castings and auditioned. I must have showed up at like dozens of auditions, mostly for pop groups.
At the time
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
.R.E.
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
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