Lyrics:
crazy she's my number one lady
Met her back in '89 now she's 22
Acting like she 40, she said all I need is a man to support me
Besides, you from the 41st
(What?)
Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
need a book to put your hand in the fire
Shine On Sister!
Come on in cause it's cold outside
Kiss Me!
Kiss Me!
I can tell your name by
Yo, this goes for all my brothers and sisters locked down
For all my peoples incarcerated, for those who ain't make it
Yo, in the housing,
your hands in a shithole
My hands on the pistol
Leave a tide in the ripple
Make it big, little by little
Make it big little by little
I'm stuck in your
I was one that got away,
A young and restless renegade
Chasing my dreams, still on the run,
I had some moments in the sun
Years flew by like
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
fans just for me
But if you decide to be a fan then my guest you can be
I'm just out here living my life and doing my own thing
Making music on my own
the replacement upon breaking
Stress the environment I'm wastin', I find my mind taking me, back in time
To prehistoric humans living primitive, like swinging
the brakes!)
(Fuck it, cut the brakes now!)
Blind and going astray
Lost in a state of decay
High risk and nothing to gain
Living and dying in vain
And now I
preservation I diagnose is my condition
Conflicted by these visions of
Living with my addiction
Convicted by religion this planet
Is heaven's prison
This my
Tired of living in sin
I try to repent
It's coming back in
I'm tired of living in sin
A pillar of salt
Been looking back there
Trying this all on my
have in spades
Is one for fun and escapades
A gift for living well!
Attracted to the lively arts
Breaking bread breaking hearts
(He looks at Marian)
a latex
Seven days are over so I’m running in that latex
Bentley or mustard
Rolex on my right hand which is also my mic hand with an attitude you can't
is time to build
[Verse 1: Mic Geronimo]
I format my mind for combat
In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that
Rollin thick with my
that's connected to my name
God gave me assignments
And they will not go in vain
In order to be present
Had to be still in my pain
Healing comes in waves
will receive
Absorbed in her folly she failed to notice as
I watched her courtesy to the younger lady cos she is married
My vain self struggled
heart but my- don't play
I don't waste time with soldiers, I convo with presidents
Look at my circle success is evident
Rappers run and hide when you
line vicky piped by the bate
Whole time in the North just sayin (Pray)
Vicky get piped by the bate (Eyy)
Slide in my lane (Lane)
Nigga just say what you
thing in your face another behind your back
But I ain't goin out like that
I'm leavin no stone unturned as I burn down your village and maraud
In vain you
are the poor righteous teachers
Who do not believe in the teachings of the ten percent
Who is all wise and know who the true and living god is
Wake up
Roll up my problems
Inhale
Living in hell
There's no way to tell
No where I'm safe
Place weight on the scale
Keeping a lawyer
My
to keep my head clear so I don't fall off
Steady hanging by a thread but whose to say I'll live long
Trying to maintain living lost in thought
Feels I'm
swear you're going to get paid at the end
I lived a life of sin
Me and momma had fights
Like we wasn't kin
I swear it hurt my heart
Living life in
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