Lyrics:
Oooh
That bass kicks
Just like when paranoia hit
Only one person in the room like it when I spit
Talking bout #1
Maybe more
But I'm not yet arrogant
Okay, more freestyle right now, b guys. This is gonna be exclusively on Spotify, YouTube. YouTube means that we'll copyright the song, of course. So
baby
There ain't no mask you hide behind
You're my Apron Painting Baby -
Because you love me!
I think I'm thirsty for a little more
Can I quench my
a little bit of drank for that pain in ya,
Purple cups them pain killers,
Taking shots with a bunch of women you'll swear we at gun range center,
True love
Yeah
Ay, ay
Ikuze, Ikuze
Ikuze, Ikuze, Ikuze
Yeah, Ay
Let's get it, ah
It's D-dot-E-N-D
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Who do you think that you talking to?
That's
me:
“I you ́re longing to be
That little bird with big wings
you gotta do it by your own
Even if you ́re wrong”
I said: “I wanna fly”
She said:
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
When you first left me
I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door
What'd you do that for? (What'd you do that for?)
When you
pool and couldn't miss
One with a big mouth said he'd put my tail between my legs
I said you oughta put your money where your mouth is
I was double
burning keep a latex
Way she suck it she got 8 necks
I can do a little rich flex
I can't wait to hop on big jets
Im in New York like I am the Mets
Hollywood
what I need to get by
And getting Hooked On Little Lies
And you feel like southeast Texas
Oh you're hot then burning cold
And being the only one
do this alone
Hold tight and don't let go
I feel my grip is slippin'
Little by little by little
I can't do this alone
Hold tight and don't let go
I
little but it's all I need
The clouds that shadow shrouded screamed and shouted dumb confounded
By the orange-yellow glow that filled the room
And I know
and I'm very sorry dad
Could've ended on the side of the road
In a bag saying shit like, woah
They say damn, where you come from
Shit, I don't know, by
monsters
Please don't leave me by myself
You can't escape the war, and you can't save ya boy
I'm spinnin' round the conveyor belt, please come and claim ya
We've been getting down to the little hours of the night
Little hours of the night
Little hours of the night
You and me hit the floor
Dance 'til we can't
and I'm very sorry dad
Could've ended on the side of the road
In a bag saying shit like, woah
They say damn, where you come from
Shit, I don't know, by
and my boy we handle that ya know?
I can do it by myself but I still need a little backup ya know?
[King George]
Yeah, you got No Limit records straight
on her
Fierce legwarmers
When men think big
And by golly they do
They don't wanna go crying
Boo-hooing at you
When men think big
And by golly they do
with
A young father, I've been blessed with two little girls
You two jewels more precious than diamonds or pearls
A part of me from a different
( c )
i started with nada turned it into guala
had to cut all the loose ends move a little smarter
i just been out the way but you can call
in a man you're looking for
You're sitting in the back seat
Lucky just to see me
You said your name is beauty
But I call you more freak
With seven
of that
And a little bit of this, get off my dick
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit
the story about
Some little fucking girls that I know
It goes like this
It's so easy for me to make enemies any more, it's sickening
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