Lyrics:
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
eatin' lovely (lovely)
Fuck your bitch from the back and hit my dougie (yeah, yeah)
I am not your boyfriend, bitch, you just my buddy (just my buddy,
Can’t you feel it in the air?
That I get hit by every word
Every glance, every smile
You seem to give to me
Feel it in the air I’m in love
It’s kinda hard
Me plus you means love, love, love
Clouded heart shapes in my mind
Girl you get me so dam high
Just by your own dam supply
Me and u for eternity
Me
'm a ridah, you just riding with her
I ain't a black belt, but I pack kick, like kung fu
Under the Gucci' black belt
See I know what I'm bout
Motherfuck
And I'm barely hangin' on by a thread
It's been gettin' too hard to pretend
I just wanna let go of my sins
Callin' out for help, but I don't have no
Take away my flesh
But they'll never take my mind
I am dead, I am God
I am here 'til the end of time
They can take away my flesh
But they'll
I
I am nothing on my own but you reach beyond your throne
Just to draw me close to thee
We have a bond no one could break though the enemy tries
samples and high notes
Art of War
By any means
Bunch Of niggas dressed in Supply coats
Always giving love out first
Can't avoid it
I come off cursed
Steak
art, I'm not doing this for the money
All I need is food and drink and room to think
Fresh air to breathe and love to make my heart beat
Nowhere does
Cruising in that '64 feel like Easy E
Now why the fuck would I fucking cop a Rollie
Yeah I know just to have my fucking wrist on frozen
They say time is my
in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Who!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me
did not step back
If we have not learnt
By now
Then we're a sham
When we first got to the camp
Our supplies were not enough
I saw a displaced
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
call hell
I can't say it enough, supply for my fam
At the end of the day
They make me all what I am
My fans they keep me level
It's way beyond the weed
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
The twinkle intensifies
My eyes, they shrink in size
My mind, it grows louder
In this midnight hour
Just noise inside my head
Thoughts that one might
I don't need no air time i
Just need a little spare time
Care about a fresh pair i
Just wanna little fresh air
Ride my bike down to the pier wipe
My
a motherfucking chair
Won't even dent his career
He just sitting in his chair
Playing the Switch's Mario in the air
'Cause he get a free carryon
And I'm left here
her insecurity
I am more than shoulder pads and makeup
No one sees the me inside of me
Jesus, you're making me sound
Like Air Supply!
Keep
Burn me down with the fire
Purify me take me higher
Burn me down just to drown me
Dissolving who I am
Even now things might feel better
Might still
the air yeah
Ya hands up in the air yeah
Ya hands up in the air yeah yeah
Mr masterpiece pen & paper I am beast
Damn Gz is this what being the best means?
Am I good enough for them
They ain't good enough for you
Am I good enough for them
They ain't good enough for you
Am I good enough, I'm good enough,
I'm just a north side, DC baby
Me mammy raised me by the horse ridin'
Council housing, crisis, crazy
When the sun's out
Sons come knockin' teeth for
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