Lyrics:
MAN
WHEN I HAD YOU BY MY SIDE
GIFT AND A CURSE I STOPPED BELIEVING IN LOVE IM STILL TRAUMATIZED
AND I APOLOGIZE
FOR THE PAIN THAT I GIVE
FOR
Work work work
Okay mom
I've been doing good I ain't getting laid off
In some J Crew pants start my day with a muffin
Doin' 9-5-1, goin' hard on a budget
probably just hit up my hideaway crib,
In the mountains, or maybe the one on the island,
But girl I ain't running and hiding,
I'm running from toxic,
I wish
need
I am on an island that is population me
I sit alone in silence as lonely as can be
Wishing I could be with you right now more than anyone
I can't
niggas bitches homie
Das why I’m by my lonely
Cus when I’m all alone
I tend to feel dem demons on me
Like why dem demons want me
Like why dese demons
like Thousand Island
My dough runnin' like a broken faucet
I'm the landlord, you in the housing projects
In the drive-thru, makin' bank deposits
Crazy
when the fire fell off a' his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl's pants and burned a hole in his sock.
the neighborhood ghost.
Violent J:
I started blowing her up with séance after séance
It's my turn, Violent J, to get in them pants
We went for ice cream but we
island
Just broke up wit my bitch then check my bank account like what the fuck was I buying
Doing a whole lotta shit back to back to back to back to back
down the street, and I'm lookin fly-hy
I'm lookin fly
Walk on by
Walk on by
Trick Daddy
Yes sir
I wear my pants hanging off
Look girl, I'm not gonna sing
'Cause I just don't do that
I see you in between class when my mind does a task
One glimpse of your eyes and my
was lightin' up my J
So go ahead and brighten up my day
Lighters in the air when you lighting up the rave
And it's feelin' like I met you here before
hours later I counted a huntit bands
Got it by my lonely cant count on none of yo friends
Boy that choppah get to spitting its blowing like a fan
I ain't
an empty tummy
Shorty say she want it in her tummy, you got a baby, don't want it, hunny
Homie told me go apply the pressure, do it with pleasure & by my
the pant seams
I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream
And I just want the paper
My momma trying to go to Rome and I just wanna take her
I'm tryin'
the pant seams
I got cash in my palm I call it hand cream
And I just want the paper
My momma trying to go to Rome and I just wanna take her
I'm tryin'
still indoors in my Versace robe
Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul
Phone ringin', Benny Medina, yeah, it's J-Lo (hola)
Tell her fat boy got
love
I got 7 G's sittin' in my pants
And my jewlry is underneath those lamps
I'm gettin' sleepy all you hoes gotta bail
Once again I'm in the bed by
Chillin' in the spot in my B-Boy stance
Don't make this four-fifth kick like
Bruce Lee roy pants
You know I'm smarter than Spock
For Leonard Nimoy fans
So
a nightmare in disguise
I've tried so hard to stay away
But somehow I end up returning
'Cause I'm so uncertain
You've always been there by my side
Sometimes I
a place called Strong Island
I have a rep to protect, epitomes I dissect
I was born in Brookyn, New York, but now Long I's in effect
(That's word to herb)
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by they self
Even when I was little, nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day
baby
Look in my eyes
Don’t be surprised
I had to go dumb to even the odds
I had to go numb to feel all this pride
The irony right
Just stay by my side
and cocky
She better make sure don't fall in love on a island, turnt, they told me Kaz Crossley
All the times I fucked up the re, took me a half a BM,
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