Lyrics:
don't really... I started getting tingles up the back, I don't like that. Dave?
Oh, get out of here. Anyway, no. Hahaha! Jeez, four top ten singles in
it pull off look like it's lifting
Got a lor bitch in the back
With the stick and it's tucked
Don't give a fuck bout it you can get it
You can Knuck if
don't give a woo, it's not your birthday!
You can find me in the club
Bottle full of bub'
Look baby I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into havin'
remember to still clap if I lose
I see myself up on the screen
Split into five different artists on TV
And just look normal, don't get turned into a meme
everything you tryna be, ha
Cause I'm the one they came to see, ha
Fake thug niggas actin' like a mija
Adios muthafucka
Look, I don't even rap for real
I only
cool when there's constant heat on ya' back (back)
New York City
That's where I stay
Where every day
Is foul play (Barry Williams)
We got ours, so
see Iraq
Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin us
Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin us
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq
Iraq,
can't explain
I once thought I'd change the world, now I don't know how
I aim for the stars, I don't land on a cloud
I fall back to the waves, with sun
Played my ass like a sucka
Turned that brunch between me and my father into our last supper
[Chorus]
He'll take us back, take take us back
He'll take us
Father of lies I am all that you fear,
Looking into my eyes
I’m so high that a need a new pill to realize one more time that the abyss of hell is
version of me is the latest
Look at my ops faces
Cleaned my act
Beat them cases
I'm humble
Had help when I stumbled
Made it out the jungle
I Ain't no cookie
the back smoking Za Za
Smoking Za Za
You niggas don't want any problems
I keep my gun in my pocket
Boy I shoot in the sun
Call me Apollo I shoot in the sun
bloodline
I just came back from Cuba with new blood ties
It ain’t with me when this all over then it wasn’t never mines
I always turnt into Kobe when it got
over these so rappers
I'm too spiritually spiteful to be expressed by your pastor
Take a breath because life is getting much faster
Reality don’t battle
Domino motherfucker what's happenin'?
(Ah, nigga, eat a dick, nigga)
(Don't break my mama's new glass table, nigga)
Yeah, fuck that, fuck what
Domino motherfucker what's happenin'?
(Ah, nigga, eat a dick, nigga)
(Don't break my mama's new glass table, nigga)
Yeah, fuck that, fuck what
in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
believe? Do you believe?
Don't send me to outer space on Apollo 1
I'd be inclined to try and fly into the sun
Don't send me to the place I know that I come
back against, push back against
And it'll still be standing, each branch handing you a new option
Maybe change your course direction
But I never did meet
Things are different now
Got a brand new bone to chew
Never used to think about nothing
Now i only think about you
She'd get up by the window
I'd stay
up love
But it's not a fault of hers
Sands of time they're running up
Don't you cry for me please
Know you need consistency
What has gotten into me
The cloud of gas blotted out the sun so forget the light
So just run
Run away and try to mend
Your mind has been broken by the terror from within
Triggered by
interpretation of a deluxe plan
To make the world of tomorrow look like a G’d up land
That shit was super cool
I think I went overboard
Belly flopped into
Take it back to Strong Arms, you wonder why I'm rapping
I don't know either, just figure if we asking
We can get a couple captains, book me for
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