Lyrics:
the map, told me if I play her she gon put a stain in my cap
In the middle of the drought, we had coca by the mound come and get it, she like Real make it
the squelch, good call
That's optional, by the way)
Now I'm gonna add a little bit of Guitar
To make you lose control or your legs and your arms
(Just sitting
one pick
You say "Girl!", roll ya eyes, twist ya neck
But it comes from the soul
You don't mean no disrespect
And even when they check you, you just
'm digging in darkness
What was a good day has turned into the usual
Back in all black like a funeral
I'll stop this
When you come home
I'll hide it good
depression
I had a 1911 jail calls early as seven
Bro died with a smith and Wesson
Outside everyday but they say we dont be popping out
Come through get
Yeah good things come to an end one day I'll have to move on
But I'll make every second count just like I did with this song
And when it's time
The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by
want I'm a cop that
I'm your Rashad, you my Nu-Nu
I'm ya Will Smith, baby you my Jada Poo
And when I'm in the studio you come chill wit' me
Play around
temptation
But our eyes stay distracted by our hope, but my sight is readjusting
I'm tired of locking the door and hitting my knees to the floor to pray for
gonna stay on the bench you just a know that we gonna flex (sike)
we never gonna flex Im just gonna count up my blessings we don't need no Smith no Wesson
to chill and Netflix
Can't come 'round me if you're going on prestige, I just fling it on SJ
It's hard to believe that I never give a F before, the way I
the boat load
200 on the highway
Cuz if you there im tryna go home
Shawty come smoke up
Tequila in bag girl i know you wanna po up
Party finna go up
By the faces that they're making when they see me rapping you would think I levitate
I'm procreating all these vibrations, hoping that my flow'll
Not just a memory
I should say what I believe
When I give you a hug do I hold you long enough
I won't give up even though sometimes it's rough
Count
home to me
Mm, are your kisses so warm
Can you, can you carry my storm
Oh Lord, just one move and your gone
Love on the wing, carry my prayer
on trips uh
I just wanna count this money aye
She just wanna have her fits uh
I just wanna have some fun uh
They can’t tell me shit
Wanted by hoes like I
guessing
Sitting at the table with my smith and Weston
They wonder why I smoke so much
It comes in clutch when my mind fucked up
Life throws curves that you
single, single
Either way I just wanna take you home, take you home
And it don't matter if you got a past, got a past
'Cause I ain't got nothing to do
Dorks call me lame cuz I like to watch children movies
But those movies the best cuz they always come with a message
Just like all my music I'm headed for
till you get squeamish
I squeeze this creativity out the brain I've gain from the cells attained the Smith and Haynes
And obtained the knowledge to spit
One more year and I'll be heading out on my own,
leaving friends and the place that I cal home.
I don't wanna go.
I just need to know that I can come
And she said yes, I really enjoy your company Listen to her favorite songs, sharing memories
with me Sitting by the fire, warm and cozy
She wrapped her arms
college kids
Impressed by it like college chicks
Bodies thick, want the stick
I gives a ish if you liken this to Vicodin
Just a drug, just a thug please
double, count two
I'm so crowded by the both of you I'm going down through
See your eyes I know that we'll be up to something
Hope your gestures ain't just
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