Lyrics:
boys on the way to Tennesse listening to MJ
G breaking there verse down in Eightballs
Be careful with them keys
Don't hesitate to squeez watch out from
lonely even though
I stay with homies
But, damn, I can't wait to get out California
Floating by my lonely with some
Money just to hold me
I don't trust
lonely when night falls
And flooded by memories
You'll say suck it up, big boy
Then you're going to say there will be no after
Only photographs
spinnin'
But none of that's winnin' if you've got no baby
a'waiting for you when you tumble to home
You turn the key to lonely echoes of empty
A man needs
I been on my
DropTop Lonely shit
I don't trust a nigga
Or trust bitch
Get a couple keys
Make a couple flips
Just so I can give
The Rollie a glist
I
fuck inprisonemnt
Look around for any chemicals
All I found was a cd of the black parade, i wanted to be joining
But not a single drop of poison
I
lonely life
That I can't take
There must be a magical light
Beaming down on my destiny
Because I'll give you my body
My soul and the rest of me
You are so
you, you turn the key
Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number
Open your heart, I'll make you love me
It's not that hard, if you
the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it.
say
Stand-ins come extra on Black Friday
On hell's highway
Mary weeping, missed the supermarket sweeping
Lonely Martha moaning
Sun ain't come home in
now who the hell is this
E-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,
Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble E
snitching on me (I got em)
Told my mom im evil
Bitches acting phony (Bitches acting phony)
No dont show no love
Because im by my lonely (because im by my
and done
You thought I was up my career just begun
Go get yo' homie that boy just got toe tapped
Spinnin' on opps in the scat and its matte black
You lie too
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
Keys
Dirty, please, watch me as I switch my steeze
First name GMC, last name Denali
Why the change? Yu-kon not fuck wit me
Eight batteries, four
was, on my lonely
Only thing I trust is family
I told them that it do re mi fa so la ti
A young boy got the keys to unity
I've been moving differently
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
kevelli openly crush your whole roster
Juggalos got my CD's in thier lockers
And Ipods bumping that American monster
The horrorcores overcome by
Some
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
ain't let me down yet
It all comes back to me
When I turn that horse's key
I'm 17 or 23
Or bringing home my first baby
Like Dad did when
the window
I’ll never forget
The magic lady the lady in black
She’ll never come back
Here we go again
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Yeah yeah
Come on
Here we
the other Debbie
Debbie the teacher?
Oh, you mean, Black Debbie
Whoa whoa whoa whoa, why is she "Black" Debbie?
No, not in a bad way
It's just
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