Lyrics:
is that what you said
I mean with all this dick in your mouth girl you can't help but keep stuttering
If I ain't dead by 27 then I don't wanna survive
The dying shrimper said.
He said, "Boys, you know I had my chance
But I went and botched the job,
But how can a boy named Jesse James
Without a train to rob?"
the shit they taught in Sunday school
Answers always quiet like the sky I'm fucking talking to
Eaten up by questions, cotton candy at the carnival
Silence
listen then they take it all as a joke
By far the realist song I ever wrote feel like President Maw you should vote
Turn on the tv and I get the mopes
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
Doubt don't live here because I Ran It Out
Aye, I done seen bottom so I Landed South
I'll be James St Patrick you be Angela
Like we back in high school
a tantrum
Earlier I was on lyrical shit, now I want these big bootie bitches dancing
I know this gon be a fucking anthem
Bitches love me cause I'm talented
I been workin on the farm
Just me and my brother Jack
Choppin a sea of cotton
Till I thought Id break my back
Everything changed
When my daddy
know what I am about
I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
Attention, I'ma need you to face front
You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced
wow ow
I'm mixed with James Brown and Master P, ugh, ow
Mystikal and Busta Rhymes (woo hah, whoa shit)
Mixed with the Shocker and The Guillotine
Chocolate raindrops on a roof top
Vanilla swirl kisses when the sun drops
Caramel love keeps the ice on hot
Cotton candy shots with da love on top
I don
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
don't know
I don't know (I don't know, I don't knowww ahh)
Yeah
See me doin' better, ‘cause I'm by my doly
That's how it go, lettin' me in, then
have mercy
You don't know
You don't know how, how I feel
Lord, have mercy down in this cotton field
You don't know
People, people, you don
a drive-by
Killed my nigga nem
We gon finished them
Finish blitzing them yeah
I just talked to James he up in heaven with the bros now
Walking thru a storm I
Woke up feelin like Rick James
I feel like
Rick James
I feel like I'm goin Insane
Ichor in my veins
Bish ima god quit playing bish ima god quit
, don't cry
Summertime, summertime, summertime
and the living is, living is easy
Fish are, I know the fish are jumping
and cotton is so high
Your
through
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)'
The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was)
But that was another
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
a little bit closer
And baby I will be alright
Hello I'm glad I got to know ya
Promise you will stay by my side
Ugh
Cotton Candy Girl
Oh you rule the world
again
(What?) You already know how it works
W-well, listen, I-I don't understand (Alright?)
Just get in there and don't mess up (I gotta) Okay?
Bye! (But,
when
I will be by your place
or ride in the Autumn leaves
around St. James
or pick up where we left off
But I don't know the next time
I will see your
you, yeah, you brighten up my day
You're the cashmere to my cotton and I wished you felt the same
More options in the alphabet, I know I'll be
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