Lyrics:
One minute more
Before the party’s over
Before the morning arrives before we call it a night
Just one minute more
We talked ‘til two
We thought by
Fee-fo-fi
Four o'clock in the morning
She's the type to never let you off with a warning
Oh my, vision distorting
You know I smell the blood like
to you by your boy, csteroidpine
[Verse 1]
Hey I'm outta hibernation
But it wasn't a vacation
I was in the lab makin' a new sound for the Rap Nation
dick
Playin role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Steamin up my back windows
a quiet thing to curse his name
Cause you tell them you need help so they check in again
But by the end of the day they've all forgotten
A funny thing,
a quiet quitter
Fire four seam fast balls for the no hitter
Got 'em all in a titter, that always happens somehow
Like "Did you hear that Jay Cameron has
make something shake, man, these bills be pilin'
Gotta make something shake, call it Meg the stallion
Hit the interstate, made me bout 10,000
Back in
all a game
Because they cut me when it mattered, guess I put it all in vein
It's near 10,000 days to see who really care for me
These brothas claim they
who is strong and just moves on
But I'll probably turn down your road
Knock-knock on your door
Fall back in your arms, wake up in the morning
Hating
the curtains and hear this message
You’d think by now I’d stop the second guessing
It’s kind of impressive
The amount of thoughts I’ve cleared in studio sessions
Good god man I'm feeling like a maniac
In a contest you get a head start since you need the handicap
Get sniped by my rhymes I'm a sharpshooter with
emu's in the zone
Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by
I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your
captive daughter of Zion
What is the first thing that I do
When I wake up in the morning?
What is the last thing that I do
Every night before I go
cause I'm too important
My weed is imported from Cali I brought it
Pack the shit up
Send it out in the morning
Shit taking flight like I'm packaging
hooked that shit up man, this shit's jumpin' off tonight
It oughta be happenin' at 4 in the morning
Ah alright, we got somethin' for their ass
Quiet
hopes its not
But I wonder why
If I ain't takin' you out somewhere nice
You ain't even tryna come on by and just say hi
We can stay in the house for
to end them all, the one make us devolve
World where hot lead how most problems solved
Place ran by madmen, maniacs and sickos
Lean mean radiated green Lou
Can find each other in the crowded streets
And the guarded parks
By the rusty fountains and the dusty trees
With the battered barks
And they walk
By the towering stone gates of Ainsmouth Hold,
I stand bearing cold steel in my wrathful hands
For its long been 10 dreadful winters and nigh a moon
a little too long
I might blow up by the end of this song
I can never wait up (whooo)
Bitch wanna tango takes two (yuh)
Tell me what we gonna do (yuh)
Stick
backbones were hurting, my feet they were burning
By morning I felt like a Caddo
My confidence vanished, my life was adjourning
I checked that the dogs were
Upon a darkened night
The flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by
dick
Playin role games, when my dick swang
I'll be Indiana Bones in the Temple of Poontang
Fuckin that cunt like a maniac
Steamin up my back windows
this in a few minutes and I ain't even capping
Bitches judge what you do when they ain't chasing their passions
But I ain't get this way by acting rich I
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