Lyrics:
Yeah yeah
I like this one Calm
Battz they been waiting for a minute
Let's give it to 'em
This remind me of the mornin after Sunday
Wake up early, hit
and Jim said it actually is Bill Evans
And thank God they were here to tell me this, thank Evans
Or I would have released this beautiful song
And someone
Hey there Sup boo?
what's happenin?
Come holla at me
Naww come here Yuh I got somthin for you
Its gon make
the fifth grade
But I'm too gone, young'n be clear
Even when you see me, I am not really there
And I ain't play fair wit' my eye on the enemy
Huggin'
a friend
Or atleast another day
Getting older and older
I did this by myself
To myself
If this is my self reckoning
I don't need your help
Don't send me
her well, I remember how we met
'twas a night I am sure I'll not forget
She approached me, I could tell she's kinda shy,
Looking back I still don't see
were here
I’ll send you all a postcard
I’m gonna stay another year
So long, I’m feeling so at home
I’ll send you all a postcard
I’m right where I belong
just like Mick and Keith
No colours anymore
I want it painted black
Nothing to see here, no need to frisk me
No way, this state of play is risky
No
by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying
hair, grow our crops and make our food?
I know it's not gonna be me, I am not in the mood
To hop on a big green tractor like my name is Jason Aldean
leaves me somewhat confused
But the music is bumping and
The people want more
They scream my name like they
Calling to the Lord
So for now, I'm gone, send
--I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop
I figured it was a drop who must ain't get his gwop
He told me meet him by the bridge, I get there in a hurry
Got
"Welcome to Star Box"
"Yeah, shawty, I'm tryna get me some thick thighs and some chinky eyes
I-I-I need a real good box"
"Oh, okay"
"A real good
And that Deleon
I made yo bitch wanna be a hot R&B singer
She can't find the key or the harm
I ain't no sinner boy I am a centerfold
Can't play with me if
And that Deleon
I made yo bitch wanna be a hot R&B singer
She can't find the key or the harm
I ain't no sinner boy I am a centerfold
Can't play with me if
stop thinking bout' the Past it's just another habit
It's tragic how the nigga's I would die for got a different status, played me for a singer I
something sweet and she gon' lick me later, guy
Hello to my hater guy, how you doing sir
I know you got mean words
But keep them to yourself unless those
And you snooze, if you don't wake up by 6 am
Markets open at 6:30; coffee, eggs and ham
Worked four jobs and still run a business
No sleep for me, got kids
day)
cnd the blessings you always send my way (Uh huh)
But I've been stressed and really need you to guide (Guide)
Take my hand and tell me which way
damn it worked, who'd a'thunk it
Courage in a bottle, 2 shots down yup, I done it
Didn't let the chance go by, I slam-dunked it
Here's to another winner
Hey
My name is Jenz Williams
And first of all I want us to reason with me that
The greatest power of a human being is not the belief system by
blessing you nigga
30 rounds nothing leas on me nigga
Smith and Wesson is the recipe nigga
The boy think I'm gonna send em to God
666 so my bullets good luck
Whole towns of me not resting in peace under white man-made lakes across the United States
I, nurse, cry, as I send black queer boy off with Po-Po
Cuffed
and mommas is hurtin'
Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree
Now sent by G O D
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