Lyrics:
here? I asked
You laughed and told me
We're just getting ready
When we move out together
Forever
There's something in the air
That's making this feel so
girls in all the little dresses, good Lord
They knew we weren't from 'round there
'Cause every time we down there we pulling out the Boost Mobile sim
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
to balance shit out
Getting by all his challenges now
Can he fly how his head in the clouds
Never dry cuz he copped him an ounce
The supply only last him
Yo, it's Kang at two percent
Making the music that you can vent to
In your bedroom, or even at the venue
When you get it all up in your head
You
chubby
I mean its crazy I been lonely
Nothing in my home is just homey
I just went out and lost all my homies
Everything gone remotely
I survived in this
doors, now you oughta lock 'em up
Take great care of the air supply
Beware nightmares, they come to life
Where am I now? This is not my home
Oddly enough,
Get hit by surprise
Know we got too much supply
See the Kush all in my eyes
Got the re up on the way
If he fuck up the vibe
Gon have to deal with
and forth, ping-pong
Going crazy all night long
All night long and all night long and
Play me like a DVD
Kick me out of my limousine
Jokes on you, ‘cause I
Shit is absurd ´cause one Day they're giving you love And the next day they put Your heart on a shirt
(They kill it)
Written by: Mbee
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music Publishing) / Soylent Tunes / SESAC
Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye)
They all
Bright lights, that driving bass
Moving faster than the thumps of 808's
I need some rhythm just to get by
Sound out the speakers is making me high
, then we jumping the fences
That bitch is a bop, all these bitches no different
I'm in the stu, I just came out the hoodie
Pull up to the crib and she
I supply smoke
And if u call me a slur, make sure U Baddest in front
And if you call me a what don't Be Talking up out yo neck
You Betta
Love it
You ain't making no bread, cause you smoke your supply
Bullets wet him up, hang him to dry. Bitch, ain't nobody fucking better than I
Me, myself, I stay
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
now everybody love Kanye
I'm almost Raymond
Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year
we'll rise above,
In our dangerous love, forever bound by love
City of Glass
[Verse 1]
In the city of glass, where the sky meets the edge,
A world
Making love with you, has left me peaceful warm inside
What more could I ask
There's nothing left to be desired
Sometimes all I need is the air that I
cost here (Feel it in The Air)
Could never forfeit I be up until the mornings (Feel it in The Air)
I am not the one that's giving hand out
All they want
Big Star, Big Car
Graduated, I go hard
Yes I did, now I know more
Ya ain't nothing til ya show far
In the sky till I'm in mars
And all my written got
on a Audemars Piguet
Looking at my diamonds oh my god they so wet
Iced out my wrist so I call that a flex
(No way Hozay)
I love my momma and all of my checks
(You
taste the fresh air, ride on some jet skis, touching on my body tryna caress me, my life a movie you can sell it on a dvd
I ain't acting tho, she know
at the wings now
Itll probably be some time
Before i come down
Mid air leave a violent smile
With heavy thoughts
Im balanced out
Like wet dreams in a drought
I
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