Lyrics:
I'm always missing
Always texting it's all good I know I'm tripping
If we friends girl why do I feel so distant
See nothing makes sense
All these fake
ring-a, ding, ding, dong
Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong
Love of my life
Freak, freak, da freak, da funk, funk
Separate the good stuff from
Love can stay, stays the same
How can we expect the best out of life if we don't ever change?
It doesn't matter now
What we had is all gone now
I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these
I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, on these
on the shelf
The clock keeps tickin' while I'm loosing myself
I'm afraid of gettin sick by all the shit going on
What the fuck is necessary to get rid of my
aint gotta say it i can see it in your
Eyes.
Your fed up with my shit and i can tell
I be up all night like everyday, she wants to know whats good,
She
feel it, do you feel it, do you feel it
Dealt with a lot of lies, but I'm certain of what is true
I'm good when I'm by myself, but I'm better when I'm
on
All here for getting right and living life
Can't get stuck on the past and what I didn't have or didn't like
This summer took a good look in the mirror
It's a good day man i think
I'm bouta pop out feeling
Like 60 degrees
But i ain't gone pop out
Too many cops out
I'm just tryna get
do
The bedroom is the studio, let's produce
808s and deep moans, call it beats by Q
How bout we take it top like Trick Daddy and Trina
Girl the voodoo
your little finger
The truth goes in just like a stinger
Barbed and under my skin too thin
But no more do I feel its grip
The door has closed within
All
you're so important
I find all this improbable
I can't realize
That you're really by my side
Don't know how to feel good
When I'm without you
You make my
in Heaven with my Dad
Keep it in a place where can't none of y'all have (Nope)
I get what I like, I don't like to brag
Financially peaceful, Ain't
got slugs on my face
I just bought a house and move the fuck up out da hood
My niggas, they ain't jealous, it's all fuckin good
'cause even out da hood,
I'll do it all for you
Not much you need to do, just give me a sign, see me make it work just fine
I have no children I have no wife
I have myself
on the low, on the low
Keep it on the low, that's how it go, how it go
There's always somethin poppin up or someone pullin up to try to slow me up
But by now I
Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true
Well he talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's life
Couldn't see
I'm telling God, it's all creepy
Told my lil' sister don't get blinded by no Insta', we all even
Teacher say, "Why you came to class without no
thankful
That you're livin', blessed
Much love to my brothers in the pen'
See ya when I free ya if
Not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out
can't forget about you)
Unforgettable, unsubmittable, I go by N now
Just one syllable it's the end 'cause the game's tired
It's the same vibe Good
nigga in the Tray
And a four of that drank to go with my dank
It makes me lean all day
About three, I'm full of them trees
A dog want to hunt for
wrong with these people
But time passes by so fast
And smiles are free of charge
Oh, when you’ve got it all
Then the world is yours
Nothing makes you
you're good in art you must be drawn by our God
See we stand up stand out proclaim hand out
Tracts like we produce for soloist or groups
The word of God is
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