Lyrics:
a parent
Me buy my gun dem cash
Me nuh trust nor pay rent
Hear when teacha talk or else yuh
Gonna get yuh fuckin' face dent
Mi kill yuh boss and
Kill yuh
California Town
And drive the women crazy
They just can't shut 'em down
Now my best buddy since high school was a guy called Jump In Jim
A real fine lookin'
I'm just speaking my mind
You feel me?
Sticking to my fundamentals, damn it's so crazy
Attitude has always been on fuck you, pay me
Giving out a toast
Yeah, you come knockin' on my door baby
Tell me what you got on your mind
I guess those college boys all went home for the summer time
Yeah you're
you buddy
See, i don't want to brag
I'm a graced personnel
Youngboyjonkay
In the building, by the way
All my guys come
Make we jolly
Day by day
We
Sometimes I wonder if you still wanna fuck me
Like you said on AIM in '08 (Totally)
Bible study, we were buddy-buddy
Then you said that we should
just digging for gold
Trying to get my dumb poor ass to buy them a round
And they're all drinking Michelob ULTRAs
And they make me just wanna go
something
And now everybody does
Says a lot of people walk in when
Well just my buddy does
I say it ain't so
Ah shh
You see how these guys are?
They
my arm
People judge me by their faces
They think that I am going to hell or even jail
The truth is you can take the money in my wallet
And you can
Give me a guitar
An extension of my soul
Hold her in my arms and i
Lose control
(He is the guitar man)
She completes me, makes me whole
We are the guitar
now listen to the guitar playin'
Listen to the guitar playin'
One, two, three
Yo, now if you're hip to me then I guess you heard bass
But I got
got dead guys in my pockets
Let that lead fly for my partners
Ever one my partners
Bout them dollars sign and them commas
Fukk wit me wrong
And it's
on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
I'm so anti, I'm so, I'm so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I'm careful who I stand by
All
home, a guitar in my hands
I hope they find me in my home with my guitar in my hands
A part of dawn to be ashamed of
But good people are supposed
rock cloths
Hip hop beats
Old skateboard
Old guitar
Punk rock cloths
Hip hop beats
What do you want with a guy like me?
What do you want with a guy
me some fun
I'm sipping this shit by the ton
I'm going up when I aim for the sun
Oh yeah
Girl you left me frozen
Left with my heart open
I have no
Excuse me, can you help me please
I'm heading to Los Angeles, the road's unknown
I think that it's my destiny
To write some timeless melodies
I said call a couple of your friends
'Cause me and my buddy Ben
We're gonna be back by to get you, little later on
Haha, yeah
When the stars
one night to set the scene
Never find someone as cold as me
Buddy make me feel
Know you wanna
Know you wanna
Buddy make me feel something
Took me by
my enemy
Baby gives the little one a hug for me
Both my buddy's legs got blown off
Baby tends to the little one's cough
I stare down the barrel
My baby's a superstar, she's in a class out just by herself
I said my baby's a superstar, she's in a class out here by herself
You know if the good
man sound better
Than me with my style"
I had to mimic how your style sound
To prove I can shit on you with any style
I'm moving my bows now
I'm
this guitar
Is just a guy who didn't believe I get this far
Well I've always said that I've been blessed
Why me? is anybody's guess
Well, I don't know
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
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