Lyrics:
hate I know
(I know, I know they hating )
I just smoke my Za to ease my pain
My eyes stay low (My eyes stay low, I stay loaded)
Po' screw by the pint,
ready to be
Better you be with he, steady you frontin on me, listen
My main concern is long term
I like you cause you're full of jokes high hopes plus
got is a jail record
I know you like him a lot because he's a big shot
The only picture you got is his mug shot
I'm on a label with well-known singers
collateral damage
My manager's quit, cause he can not manage
Feelin' FedEx, I gave her my package
Your music holdin' a gallon of baggae
I live my life like
restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"It takes one to know one," she smiles
they judging on they standards or my limits?
Swinging from the chandelier, it's lower than the ceiling
I'm tryna keep my soul from demons but they always
have been done ended
So far gone them days that I'm offended
Snitches can't speak my name till they get winded
Can't you tell there's been a switch
don't own the only soul to suffer
Meet Tito quiet incognito
Breath reeking of hard liquor and hot cheetos
The seniors know he rican they calling him
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
I apologize to Sol, don't know many of your names
Team Green is the scene of all the stoners
Don't think I've seen any of them sober
(Bro, Owen, oh my
know that there's a sequel
There's a second death
When you're brought back up to life and you become one with Christ, JESUS CHRIST
With my fathers name I
watchin', he just peekin' in
I know I made a promise that I'd never let the reaper in (Jesus)
But lately, I've been losin' all my deepest friends (Lord)
talking goat
The Old Man was just like my dad
I come from the hills of Europe
That's where I met the Old Man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
a name
He's ready to fight
But not to fuss
Cornelius
He isn't a wuss
He never was
Cornelius
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
pray he falls.
But don't feel sorry for me.
Things weren't always this bad.
Why when I was a young talking goat,
The Old Man was just like my dad.
I
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door workin' lace
You shoulda seen that look that was on my face
She's like
he was strong enough to become
Better than he was
See the younger me didn't know better
I don't want to be here cause my room is fucking nasty
I don't
Yeah
I'll talk about today
Forget the yesterdays
I don't know what to say
Without risking my death
Look at the government
Look at the people men
knows you
Nigga's individual names
Y'all done stepped in some horse shit
I'll turn you horseshoe niggas to corpses
For a dollar and a snack I
Bet they
had lunch yet
I asked the Lord what's the price of my calling He told me pain and a whole lot of rain
If I trust and believe in his name Then my losses
it gets tough
I know that flesh will fail me
And you call me on my bluff
Jesus
Do not be deceived by the false charm of this world
Following my dreams
came
I grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Anita and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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