Lyrics:
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
street-talk game
So if you ever, let me make this clear
If you ever think that we're stepping out of here
You ever think you're getting up, down, around or in
shit)
Dear My Cranston
You are looking fine
How do you think
Would you do cars
Cause we have hours afar among us
And bagels to eat
Do you understand
sweet beauty
Even now that the drive-in's gone
Does she ever think about that 60 Chevy
And them old corn fields back home
Hey Janey, do you ever get
(Nah)
Probably find me burning something good you
Can call that "smoking aces"
(Hey, hey hey hey yeah)
Compliment the chef, in the lab
Making greatness
past horrid
Close your eyes for a wee second
You see me on a lifeboat and I need rescue
I think I'm on a exploration tryna reach heaven
But I just sink
Like "Voilà!" You do it right he might just buy you a car
Now she play these suckers just like B.o.B play the guitar
Now here you are with your girls
think, I, I understand
You want me to try and forget you
Well, I'll do, baby, I'll do the best I can
You know it hurts you when you're in love with
think, I, I understand
You want me to try and forget you
Well, I'll do, baby, I'll do the best I can
You know it hurts you when you're in love with
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
Eli why you laughin?
Cause they think they've see the worst of me
Since I burst from the earth I ain't ever one to be cursory
Might not understand
it, you hear me outside
My boy D a trapper, no cap that heat stay right by his side
Invested in myself, this not a hobby, don't go waste my time
working on my raps
I saw too many things There ain't no going back
Bob to your head with me
If you think everyone should have enough to eat
Bob to your
What's up
Check check
Hey
Can you hear me
Loud and clear
It's Bob
Hear we go
Coming at you with the best rap ever
Are you listening
It's Bobby Real
I do my dance
When I think of You, got to clap my hands, clap my hands
I'm gonna praise God while I got the chance
Watch me while I do my dance
This
turn it up yo
(Yo, Cudi, you wanna get in on this?)
Cudi: yeah, It's whatever, man
Asher: I think I got
Somethin' special for you, too
(You want me
my habitat I'm doing math to count the cabbage
Going crazy when I'm speaking think I'm an animal that's rabid
Getting money get so easy you can earn
if I ever think you shitted on me
I'm coming back to get at you
And your weak crew
A bunch of cornballs doing whatever IG do
They soft like pussy,
my peace
How many more tears on momma pillows as she sleeps how more mornings for the widow as she weeps
Do you know how it feel to think everyone's
heard me, and yes I'm sure
I know you think I'm going there, but let's be fair
It's not a conspiracy anymore
It's really happening for sure
The Matrix
here says he thinks you're wrapped too tight.
“But, by the way thanks for playing ‘Moon River' last night”
And his name is Rex Bob Lowenstein
(Do you wanna?)
Come and keep me company
Baby come and fuck with me
You should smokes with me
Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya
Do you think that you
someone else's name
You think I don't notice that nothing's the same...anymore
(Repeat Chorus)
And I wonder will you still love me?
Did you ever love me
Will you ever wanna do this again?
Would you ever wanna?
Would you ever wanna?
Would you ever wanna come back to me?
Would you ever promise me you
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