Lyrics:
the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
(I been tryna call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?)
I'm on 7 Mile, what the fuck was that?
Damn, somebody
the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
(I been tryna call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?)
I'm on 7 Mile, what the fuck was that?
Damn, somebody
the centerpiece
Their envy is a mental thing
Which is seen by me as misery
How do you want what I have
It’s impossible, you can’t grab
My mental states like a dang
on Santa Clause
Anagram on the first nom
You won't make it past the dial tone
The globe froze like the north pole
It's never been as advertised
Counting all my blessings
Making mistakes
Learning my lessons
Gotta stay focused
Can't be stressing
Days go by just like seconds
Gotta stay
Yeah
Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah
I live for the day when things are alright
Problems on the low cause I keep them all tight
Step-by-step i know we all have
on the couch in their underpants
Jeff #2 had three kids to take care of
And one day he saw an advertisement by chance
Whether you're remembered or forgotten by
Quarterback like Drew Brees
Call from OT
Ill bless you like you sneezed
On the I 5
Slow lane with some new trees
F1 cut bro said it's a new breed
Full court
god damn city up
Inside that long white milky Bentley like I just picked Diddy up
Think about that while you doubt that, you a fake mac, you can't
Cleaned up the money and gave niggas fits
Still ain't effected by fuck nigga shit
Just been laying low like an orchestra pit
Yeah
Heard they don't fuck with
visuals
You see me in action
And then i go digital
Split into 3 like i was a syllable or trinity
They saying its mythical
Im living proof that his message
that you a ho, just made a ho decision
Eh, you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibition
We both know thats what you wanted girl
I know you
"by the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend
alive and dodge the bull like Matadors
For now or tomorrow you decide which matters more
Every other day yo we making sacrifices
Every other day yo we
the floor
Stay alive and dodge the bull like Matadors
for now or tomorrow you decide which matters more
Chorus:
Every other day yo we making sacrifices
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
all of my fails with females
So on the market like I work in retail
But no one fucks with me like attention to detail
It's a lost art and I'm just
was fucking em up
I miss you like shit
Ima dance with my cup
If you fuck with 3A
We got loyal and trust
This shit really deep
It's fucking up my mental
When you do it
Make sure you put yo back in it tho
How you fuck up end up
Riding in the passenger tho
How you throw three years
In the trash like
tears for all the time I was here
What if they don't crack a beer and we just disappear
What if the time passes by and they never hear "What You Hear"
(Yeah, Yeah)
2,000 for the fit just a light day (Yeah)
I'ma go off and these niggas do not like me (Oh, Oh)
It's okay cause I'm making all my high pay
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