Lyrics:
can call me
And if you guessing dont stress cus i aint havin no mess
She the only thing on my mind
I think about her all the time
And its all cus im
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
dome
Leave Breed the fuck alone
We sendin' niggas to the fuckin' cemetery
They got me thinkin', sittin' in the hot spot
I'm straight up havin' hard
instilled with love
Above and beyond material it's the pull
Of hard times dividing the divine pitiful
Shit'll go through the fan to subdue the land
I'll do
a sucker baaaby?
Lips pucker she take the fist knuckles
High pitch like she Chris tucker
I eat the lasagna I'm John Arbuckle
She wanna ride but you havin car
ain't even got a runner
The ho can be bad, she don't listen, I'm a palmer
I came in this shit by myself, I'm a loner
I'm runnin' up these digits, I'm
time, I'm tryna fuck, I don't wanna sit on facetime
Sit on FaceTime, gotta get the bag I can't waste time, yeah,
Huh huh, I'm by myself when I put that
stealing, yeah
Detroit legend (whoa)
Microphone legend, yeah
Sean a Legend
My bro is John Legend, yeah (whoa, whoa)
All this sunshine, it's still raining
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
mental health
Know I can't do it by myself
Pray for you and what you goin' through
Sometimes it's life and death
Stay strong through all them hard times
it did it worse for me
Gettin' eyes scarred, bein' weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
I miss the days
And all the time we spent together
I miss the days
And damn, we were good together
Use to scoop her up, while her parents gone
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
a smoker
I'll find that indo weed even when I'm on the East Coast
'Cause times gettin' hard on the boulevard
But I refuse to lose and buy a zip of that
'cross the border
With my constituents, we havin' business
Tris back in the mix again, reachin' my quota
Shoutout to border fam', we been controllin'
papayas
Before I polly
Red lightin' the Bob Marley
So I can cypher God bodies from the John Gotti's
Everybody a voss, sayin that time's money
Women
You're having second thoughts I can tell by the way you look at me
I can tell by what I see you no longer believe in me
I'm havin' bad dreams can't
They're all buying their ticket out and talking the great depression
Our parents had their hard times fifty years ago
When they stood out in these empty
V1:
Did what I did, is what it is, came a long way from the time that it wasn’t/
Been where I been, stay where I stay, King of the Hill and my block
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it bein'
reunions, I want to proudly pronounce my bloodline traces back to John J. Thomas, who was born on November 5, 1876, and Lula F. Edwards Thomas, who was born
So hard not to break these promises With every chance I get
It's right here in my head
Trying so hard not to break these promises with every chance I
bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me
Ooo, this old heart of mine been broke a thousand times
Each time you break away I fear you're gone to stay
Lonely nights that come, memories that
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