Lyrics:
than a year.
mom tired i can see it in her hair,
all my fake homies getting left in rear,
everything im not made me every thing i am,
ladies invest in me
At first Mom and Papa called the little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of the riverbed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for my Papa
Bring along your fishin' pole and leave your dirty dishes.
Meet me by the fishin' pole and wear your leather britches.
Tell your mom and pa
stupid in the sheets
I go stupid everything
Used to call me stupid, now they feel stupid
Now your mom fall in love with me, no cupid
I keep being stupid
remorsal pity
Took the first bus from York to Jersey City
Women and child alone now that's pressure
Moms got to go to work, drop me off by Obesa
Momma,
What's up diggity dogs?
It's me and Lil Barnacle on this track, let's go
I like your grandma, I bet she likes me
Ice on my neck and it's looking
I’m tryna get my mom a house she's tired of stayin in apartments
But I can’t sell my soul it’ll weigh too heavy on my conscience
Gettin money I
Onto to the next
Passin bittys like a give n go,
Throw that fish back in the water
Real in my fishin pole,
Bitch who didnt listen regardless
Of what
don’t go out, and I barely relax
I write songs about people I ain’t talk to in years
Just for substance and opening stories about fears
And I know a lot
No loans on my gold tooth
Built by my own two
No holes left in moms roof
Can't hold me down I got to move
Did what I wasn't told
Saw what I wasn't
Hey mom, I know
We're getting old
And the lines on our hands have changed
But you still look at me the same
Hey Mom, guess what?
You're really
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
he left some shoes I gotta fill
She tellin' me to make a love song, but girl I'm from the hill
On the block where shit get real, we totin' glocks
fish, clown
Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters
If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter
If the broad try to flip
the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out
You can tell by the mileage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite
The color of fish scaleys
me roses by the bed
And I know just what I said
Broke my heart once
Might break it again
Go text those hoes you like instead
Go text those hoes you
tons
Heavy load I came to tip scales
Deadly raw I came with Fish scale
Perico no this a big whale and
Its ready go bro this ship has sailed
Becky knows
on slings
cpproach them with kindness, then kill'em when they not seeing
Go, be the cnnabelle
Scare the mob into a fucking crowd
Cold, freezing by
counterfeit
You can hear the truth in this song
By the sound and shit
Man I'm high as shit
Niggas fly as shit
And my bitch she keep on calling
I decline
skipping out now
I’ve got a cold
Bloody nose
You knows
I knows
Go fish
Gotta dip
Wanna ride my pirate ship
Got my weed not a sip
But fucking with that
hometown finesse
That keeps all the losers guessing baby
Go on and do anything that you choose
But midnight brings that siren song
And you know that you
with me one time
Ride with me one time
(Here everything is regulated by machines)
Ayo, vibe with me one time, fly with me one time
Ride with me one
to uphold
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we're told
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
So many
a flower falling following wind and growing
Meet Dyler Ruther Socrates the future
Inspired by Wayne and Luda Chris Breezy and a Buddha
Ruther
Mom and dad
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