Lyrics:
joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called
(I gotta get my mind right, we gon')
(Traction)
(I don't love lil' shawty, just a distraction)
(Makin' moves, gonna move right past 'em, right past
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at
Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong,
Motherfuckers want to be Jesus
Mothers making sure that they feed us
We don't even know what'll please us
Paint a Sistine Chapel, film a Deez Nuts
We
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
baste in it
And the crowd going manic
Get to their heads with techniques
They don't understand it
Things that you'd learn if you were a bandit
I'm another
I had a very scary dream last night
Where I'd committed a crime
And the cops were looking for me
Two misanthropes lock eyes
And suddenly they find
station that doesn't have you in rotation
I never get tired of hearing you
Not a day goes by that I don't vibe to your acoustics
Enjoying you all to myself
So
You've decided to embark on a journey by listening to this album
I hope you're ready for it
I've spent alot of time, alot of mental effort into it
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
Blinded by the future
Everything is past
Walking with my head down, God don't let this last
She wear pretty colors
Makes up what I lack
In muted
thriller like my Mike Jack party every night cause life's fast
Stay with my dawgs and we bite back too hot, to be acting like that I don't pay for no pussy
Can't mess with Limp Bizkit
'Cause we get it on every day and every night
So, back it up, you know what I'm saying?
What, you don't like Limp Bizkit?
a ride
Let's make some night heat, night heat
In the backseat
We don't have to say goodnight
In the backseat
Head lights in the rearview
Makin' silhouettes
was I was sick and depressed
Fucked up in the head
Almost hung by my neck in the same room I wrote this in
I don't boost this in no particular way
I'm
them by
But they don't catch my vibe like you do
My love is truthful without you girl to be crucial (yeah)
Tell me, tell me how to make things right
I tell em like
Imma young lord when I rip
I don't gotta act , I been hard since a jit
Don't be mad at the kid cause ya girl want a kiss
I drink my
on the stars at night
I'm just tryna live my life
I been tryna get it right I been tryna get it right
I'm just tryna get it right
Don't like asking for advice
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