Lyrics:
psychoanalytical
Bitch you ain't a therapist
Irrelevant at best
You acting like a terrorist
Blowing up my texts
Enough of that yeah let's get back to basics
My VVS
[Snoop]
ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts
the underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause
breakin all off for my TRU tank
feels like everytime I fucking do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your
Mini Tech on the lap, that's a gun on a
Back to back (?) with the top off
Poppy steak schnitzel with some hot sauce
Vick then ruff on the sawed off's
sweet home
Got the moon and the stars and some quarter cigars
Boys it don't get better than that
Got a big pile of wood and it sure feels good
To just
he'll never get his shit back Belee that
I gotta get it, that's by any means
From a place where yo friends like yo enemies
Destined for greatness i know
by, (Get by)
Elevating all through midnight, (Midnight)
Read him wrong, he can't get right, (Get right)
Alecia mad off a mistype, (Mistype)
Yeah he
get like this
Hello hello my friends
I'mma see you once again
Once upon a time back in the second grade
I would hang with some friends on the ground
a shovel
I'ma play that pick up by three while me and my Bros huddle, gathering like puddles
See drops of water, me make rap, melodramatic Attacks
So get
long
Maybe I don’t have to choose
Dying just to exist too
Doubt it’s anything that new
If I could keep driving, I’d be home by now
The longer I leave
We are locked in
Never subscribed to the fairy lights and
Brittle bones get folded up by your tights
Too close, not close enough
To fear what’s out
purchases like a like button
The remaining total gets smashed
When I'm chill inside of a house
Gifted by god and forged by hands
I'll need a bad girl with
Everytime I get ahead
I always circle back
It's either music or I loose it
I can't go for that
I just love it more
All I feel is this
I can't cap all on these
and Caicos with a gay bitch
So many times I lost it all and got it back
Helped these niggas get some money
But these niggas left me flat
Turned nothin' into
Ladies, it's your song, so as soon as this come on
You should get out on the floor
Go on and get your sexy on (this here the biggest song inna di
I try to play cool
Actin' like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me
Meanwhile I'm sittin' at home, all alone
Tryin' to keep myself from
not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you
But you still ain't callin' i left my cell
My pager and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn
for ya, by any means
You my baby gyal, come home with me
Just wanna get you off
Don't matter who's on top
Vibe with me don't talk
Girl you got it
the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna
the bus
Mama, she's home in the window, waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs
'Cause you know we ain't gonna
come to home
Might hit my ex say I hate it alone
Sharper than arrow but can't shoot with no bow
LA weather nice but it get so cold
Hard in a temple when
backfired. Now I’m settin’ sail
like a damn pirate. I can’t hide it.
I’m headed back to the islands every chance I get.
I just wanna float away.
Leave
at home
But home is never enough
Back in blood is how it's supposed be
Well let us get one thing straight
Back in blood
I guess hell is what you make it
So
up back in bed
Everything's full circle
Full circle
Everything's full circle
Full circle
Everything's full circle
Morning noon and night when can I get
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