Lyrics:
Baby sit it on my face can you make it giggle
She a pretty penny but she cannot get a Nickel
Cannot fall in love momma told me y'all are fickle
Jim
dope addicts
My niggas work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, nigga you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like
on the Egyptian times
These be pyramids we'd be building
Legendary
Book of David (Gangsta Grillz)
an overnight sensation
Gonna be an overnight success, yeah
And all through the badlands
Rocking on the bandstands
It's so hard in the bar bands
When
what we doing sometimes man
Forgive us Lord
If we don't look in the mirror and change ourself
We could be living more
It's not hard quit acting like it's
the ugly
The mask came off
Like Jim Carrey, it ain't funny
Sick of women
That be wasting my time
Got some Twitter trigger fingers
Can't call up my line
So, I
back, I'm appalled by the ugly
The mask came off like Jim Carrey, it ain't no funny (no)
Silly bitches they be wasting my time
Got some Twitter trigger
Mill, now it is my time to shine (shine)
When I go outside I'm lookin' at the palm trees
Early morning momma be like "turn off the alarm Key!" (do it)
I'm
benevolence
Blackfire's got royal blood
But it's stained with malevolence
Dark shadows over Innistrad
Cast down by an alien
You never know who's killin' shit
come by get high
Like the vibe you mind
New positions Imma try
Like weed from supply
We grind that's full-time
From the east to westside
No drive we just
with hips like a sparrow
Electrify tricks with my hi-volt dick
Still be rolling thick on that beef type shit
My moves they do the switch like Jim Hendrix
bitches, I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and they real
Lots of Times
Lots of Times
Lots of Times
Lots of Times
OG
Lots of Times
(Over and over again)
Lots of Times
(Over and over again)
Lots of Times
(I
it hard, good Lord
To love one who never will be true?
Well, the first time I seen my true love
He was walkin' by my door
The next time I saw his
pistols
How long could he hold out?
His men and his companions
Were nowhere to be seen
In silence there he waited for
Time and space to intervene
then we ask for 'em
When the sun comes down, then we transform
Yeah, you can probably bet this
By this time tomorrow, I'll probably regret this
Try,
it hard, good Lord
To love one who never will be true?
Well, the first time I seen my true love
He was walkin' by my door
The next time I saw his
momma birthed you
Just so you can feel me
The same way I'ma feel this world when it kill me
Even if time stands still, I'ma still be
Underground
Even if time stands still, I'mma still be
Underground and filthy, gotta have our Way like the Milky
Innocent until I'm proven guilty
Never got caught
I won't let you stay
Can you teach me to throw
Ha
It's time
A lot
True
Blacked out the last 7 nights in a row
how pathetic I've got a brother to be
time
Six law enforcement vehicles trailed Jim Crawford along
To where that White Sack Stranger stood, trying to put his clothes back on
They surrounded
will be true
The first time that I saw my true love
She was walkin' by my door
And don't you know that the next time I saw
Her false hearted smile
She
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
Swallowing a swallow
Tasting it again, it's not so unpleasant
Perhaps it's an acquired taste
The first time, it makes you sick
Then, bit by bit, it
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