Lyrics:
Asking bout the
Grown life with kids and wife
But I'm entangled in that whole what you doing tonight
Cause entertainment never paid me for saying it
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
I think I got
Chill, this between me and the junkie
Better leave me the fuck alone
Mind yo' bidness and get the fuck on
Auntie, next time you come
It better be straight
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
your girl went down an sucked ma dick
Done things that you can't dream
Ain't got the balls, me I went full steam
Picadilly picked up, came by train
Ain't
back girl you know I will
Take em out cock it back
Girl you know I kill
Spend sometime with my wife
Girl you know I chill
You can't lie to me
You ready
mammals
The donkey is a symbol of me
Probably going to call it my spirit animal
Wait wait wait where did I put my tail again
Not about to shame game
you all have
Watered down the alcohol
The Demerol I did them all
And blame it on the Ethanol
I'm getting to be pretty teed
If I leave it'll be me out
Damn, got me paranoid, every time I leave the house I'm strapped now
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six on my life I can't go out
You better be home
Yo, whats up, this is Mary,
I'm not home, leave a message, peace
Yo mary, it's Puff, pick up the phone nigga
Hey yo Mary,
(on the cross of Calvary)
Na ɔtiemu sɛ (He cried out)
Finished
Me su ne maneɛ (My tears and problems), It is
Finished
Ɔhaw ne adwindwin (Troubles
as a box of rocks
Number four in your class? I don't think so
I have the high school transcript to prove it
Okay, well show me! I'm not trying
To hear none
smoke, we up it, uh (Uh)
Bitch, I'm a menace from the nawfside (Nawfside)
Glock 17, leave you cross-eyed (Cross-eyed)
Stunna gon' shoot like 4 times (4
smoke, we up it, uh (Uh)
Bitch, I'm a menace from the nawfside (Nawfside)
Glock 17, leave you cross-eyed (Cross-eyed)
Stunna gon' shoot like 4 times (4
Mama said knock you out
Everytime I step on the block
I make it hot
I turn the heater on
( I turn the heater on)
If you cross me one time
Yeah
Just call me young nigga
Our money grown doe
By the way
Lets go yeah
You already know what time it is lets go
[Chorus]
I said I'm young
shrimp fried rice
Been so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke like dry ice
Better stay in your lane or get sideswiped
It’s going down
Let me
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be
And it came to pass, the son of Man died because of scum
Died for our sins on the cross, nails inside right by his thumbs
Then rose after three, Psalm
card
Up close we the best out so far
They like please don’t leave me comeback
Don’t leave me comeback
Don’t leave me comeback
Cross you dey craze
Words and music by Christopher Cross and Rob Meurer
The clock is screaming and it's time to go
The day is waiting and you're moving slow
News
Christopher Nolan, Ryan, fuck what you pitchin' me
On IG, the way that I handled it shows humility
But this nigga bathin' in arrogance, insecurity
.jpg/300px-Christopher_Cross_in_beaumont_ca_(2637703689).jpg "Christopher Cross")
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