Lyrics:
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about an hour ago.
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown Hell.
She heard
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
my way, I will never stray
Yeah, It's been a long time, hell of a ride
I live by loyalty, if you don't I severe the ties
I always have my own back, I
miss my nigga Quilly. Right now he'd be on ten
Even if I ain't want hear it, he'd be honest
Who could I vent to
People judge when they don't understand
They're just thoughts that I think and feelings that feel real
And feel natural, and oh yeah, mom...by the way, I like girls
Drop the judge
Drop the tapes
Something is gone
Something is wrong
I won't understand
Why I would love
Love from above
Can you really feel me judge
Can you realize my grudge
I'm broken by
the Holy Ghost bring this to my remembrance
If I ever play judge and give a sentence
Only by His grace I got deliverance that's how I'm in remnant
If He
Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself, in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
this'd be a perfect day to die
Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side
The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise
The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
revealing
So I judge her by the way she bangs her shoe on the ceiling
When I'm too loud
One time she came down
When I was around
Cause I guess she wanted
stolen by mundaneness ones
We'd get in trouble mouthing rebuttals if they didn't succumb
To what the major population wanted you to become
I'm thinking
I'm
for sale
But I've had about one-thousand calls so you'd better move your tail.''
When I drove up that long driveway with the cash there in my hand
She
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
went to church
I'd rather fast with you than fuck it up
Fuckin' with skirts 'cause I'm rational
A nigga still gon' be a nigga, emoji heart, my family
home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
I'm broken hearted, I'm a broken
Man. Driven by anger, on that
Night I ran. I had me a woman,
I thought that she'd be true.
Now she's gone
and Benz's
Lyin' pendants with diamonds ill as lacin' the a face with a vengeance
Havin' blocks on in the livest parts known
By mankind with crime is how
in her heart
Out, I say!
Hey, don't I know you, mister?
Mr. Todd, sir!
The judge
I have no time
Where is she? Where is the girl?
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