Lyrics:
Slow burning luck
Makin' like a
Cracking like a whip
Whoa ain't that just like my heart beat
When you kiss what I
Highway lover
her I'm Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That's my Chi-lingo, yeah I'm bi-lingual
Ball by myself nigga Ochocinco
real- who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out
(tell 'em girl)
Hey yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow up
The Lord
Sea levels above the shore, the surface feel like the core
I knew the system was poor when I voted for Al Gore
The son of live in the sun 'cuz mi
up with the gang, keeping it private
For the fame, for the money, we walking the mileage
The sun going down let me get back to it
Walk my blocks,
Wait, said mama
Patience, said mama
Breaking down is not an option
Make it happen my son
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea)
the rough property lines
Or my brother barefoot
Peering at tadpoles
In a bucket beside the rainwater tank
By the outdoor laundry where the weeds grew high
If
you’re gonna burn.
Now scientists hypothesize that we could buy some time,By burning up Jupiter in the sun.We’d have to push it with a rocket ship the size
a bad vibe so I had to light the santo yea
Burning up santo yea
Ima burn away all my problems yea
Burning santo yea
Stressed out shorty talk tanto yea
She
o'clock
We climb the stair
We never knock
For nobody's there
Just me and my shadow
All alone and feeling blue
When the sun sets on the far horizon
Bitch I carry a Glock so she callin me Jim
When I get the Glock get dunking like Tim
My niggas be stepping know we got the bag
This choppa gone hit it
on passive faces
Have turned the world into a polystyrene shell
And now you laugh and paint me red
With your son's blood
In 40 days a storm will come
To help
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
into dirt
And I'm still on that road
Could drive it in my sleep
The burning sun, the unkept lawns
The neighbour's creek
I get excited and I lose my
keeps on burning, don't wanna take my time but
Sun keeps on shining, I don't need to make it shine
I'm so controlling, hold onto my head while the
Wind
thoughts
When I cried about being bullied by
Jim-John Gillott, she said
Buck up
Shut the pluck up and
Get in the back
She'd dreamed of owning a Chevy
highway
Smoke in the sky
Wish I could have done it my way
There'd be no reasons for us to cry
And I'm the son of the sun, she calls me
Things are not ok
island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters, your shining sand
As morning breaks
I am a forester of this land
As you may plainly see,
It's the mantle of your maidenhead
That I would have from thee.
He's taken her by
don't need Motrin
I'm focused
Got my mental right my physical tight up my emotions
I
Are driven by my willpower
See I control my token
Self-realization
Uggh
On the real I want to see all my Jim's win for life
Fuck smiling part time I wanna see yall grin for life
They say that your biggest treasure
you.
Oh, you always hurt me,
But I still need you.
Cause every time I take you in, you drag me down.
My skin is burning for the touch of your hand
reaching for the summit
My life was in the darkest pits of the valley to under sum it
Absorbing energy through my skin with the luminary sun lit
I now
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