Lyrics:
and everything's alright
Got good loving on my mind
Lord knows you're one of a kind
All I want, all I crave
Hell or high water couldn't keep me away
Yeah it's been
the rowley yea it cost a gold shilling
Outfit hell of bold
But a nigga cold chilling
Silk linen
Girls dig it
I'm a slim thug
Yea a nigga still tipping
Old E
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
C'mon nigga you a thug
But I'm still gon cry
And you done learned off experience
I'm still gon ride
Can I live? Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon'
City lights (Lit up)
They get me right yah, yah, yah
Ceilings high (Way up)
Issa vibe yah (It's litty)
Don't kill the vibe (Don't kill it)
That liquid
walk by
And I'm watching from above
I'mma send another sign
In the water, there's a dove
In every single place there's a
Chance to find love
So when your
And the clique that you claim
I ride and die for me
Yeah Imma stand alone
Self made
(Come rain or come snow)
On my dolo straight
Running shit
(Hell or high water
Watching quiet
Can't let it go
Struggle too long can't take my shit
Little brown boy always goin' through it
Abandoned, searching for something
Fallen in
and Aunt Cammy
A black man that was raised by black women
On tour, sippin your special honey and lemon
You told me, gargle with vinegar water and salt
the smoke gets thicker every tear from your words
I'm in a ditch just tryna get by
Leave you hurting?
Fuck that I'd rather get high
Take a shot of brown water
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
Conspiranoia
Conspiranoia
Can lead a horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
You can guide a fool towards logic
But you'll rarely make him think
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius, which to Angels look like torment and insanity. I collected some
smokin
This aint your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out
and that's by any mean
By any means, by any means I'm going all out and that's by any means
Imma brown chic weigh 130
Always keep the 380 on
I bake bread, I
of the brown
How in the hell the parents gon' bury their own kids
Not the other way around?
Reminds me of Emmett Till
Let's remind 'em why Kap kneels
really hard to choose
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes
When I'm high on batwings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad
a main bitch slayer
Rocking alligators, by the time I'm done with this
Erie, PA need prayers
There's something in the water
Where I'm from
Something in
Through the pits of hell, I fuckin tripped and fell
Rolled around in vomit who'd a thought that my shit would smell
Go head and hit the bell, I gotta
call
Indivisible by a sword
Less it's by a form
Inter dimensional like I swore
That I swore when I was high
On LSD
In a gallery on a
Flying saucer
in the booth , and I smoke by the pound
I'm the king of this shit nigga give me my crown
Been feeling hazy man I think it's the brown
They Claim they
I just wanna get by
I just wanna take my time
Get high get high
I just wanna get by
I just wanna take my time
Get high get high
I just wanna take my
You know that I can fight for you, baby
You know that I will try to behave.
Nobody can tear us apart, come hell or high water,
'Cos I'll always be by
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