Lyrics:
dance
I'm Michael Jordan with the last dance
And Michael Jackson with the dance moves
Was Moon walking on the sand dunes
When I was the one that you ran
to what you care about and never accept defeat
I'll be relying on you when my story's complete
Tried to kill me when we met, but you weren't quite ready
want to leave
You're the best thing that could happen i just can't believe
You saved me from a place
I'll promise that i'll save you too
If i could i'd
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
smoke these cops
In closed caskets like Esham
Bitch this is my wicked shit
I'll be glad when you're dead then
Fuck your suggestions
I'm stabbing faggots
name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" when's all of this crap
was ya name I cried
I heard you forgave over and over again
But when I found out I love you, you became ammune to my sins
Laid wide awake in da
when I seen you last night
Ig ima simp don’t care how I’m viewed
If I ever call you out I anit tryna be rude
I just know u needing me by your tone and yo
a dentist, they'll be glad when you're dead
You'll get a bigger hand if you can stand on your head
Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown
Be a clown, be
he says
He's been trapped in a structure
That makes no effort to appreciate
His sacrifices, his worth, or his
Ambition "When you're telling me I'm
Not
I'm glad to be next to you
And not to be texting you
If you be the best for me
Then I'll do the rest for you
If you do the most for me
I'll never do
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
You're just a cold fish
A girl tryna get at me thinking i Should be his
Get away from me ill win this battle
Even if you snakes dont hiss and Rattle
time, right place
Ripe for the picking
Right monеy in your pocket!
You're so lucky! Very lucky! Oh, so vеry
Very lucky! That you get to be investing
In
I'm not fucking spitting
All right, but
Need to start asking yourself
What would Jayden do whenever you get into A dilemma
Better to be inspired by
Dispense with the formalities and schemes
You may be contemplating
Foes are turning furry in
A hurry when transmogulating
By the pricking of my thumbs
say I don’t think that you're perfect
That’s not the thing
It’s just that I’ll be doing my thing
Living my dream
And you might just be getting with me
you of the days when
You used to hold my hand
And when we sipped champagne out of cider cans
I guess if you were Louis Lane, I wasn't Superman
Just
you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied
you're like his fuckin' idol
He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do
I ain't that mad though, I just don't like bein' lied
well together
So. im glad that I was never meant to try
Cause you became my beacon when I really needed light
Why, was I so close to deep end
You'd be
what he really meant by that,
If you're walking down the sidewalk and you won't step on a crack,
You're afraid if you step on a crack, you'll break
my plan
Sure to shorten your afterlife span
Like your uncle did your father
I'll be killing the mic (Damn)
You're the worst god in
Egypt since Creep
I'll be just fine without you
And if I stumble, I won't crumble
I'll get back up and uhhh
I'ma still be humble when I scream, "F- you"
'Cause I'm
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