Lyrics:
of Metropolis magazine
Our only council-sanctioned entertainment
For 70 years
That institution has guided our city
And now, my mother is at it's helm
Her's is
Diamond life, sugar baby we dynamite,
Playboys and socialites, young and fly fly fly
1989: No pressure, but to the best that's in my section
Levels
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
the wrong tune make me
Pull out them instruments
I put a nigga under good car when I fire ten
Fucking with my bass I get it
Drumming with a nine then
Get ate
one (only one)
It was special I can say it was another one
You would say someone's knocking at my window
(Knock knock)
Someone's ringing my bell
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
makes the world go 'round
Who made the beat? Charlie (yee)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier
taking more shots
Ayo I'm tryna steer clear
Of all the snakes and the thots
And before the night is over
Getting chased by the cops
Someone fill my cup
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
my nine
[Chorus x2]
I got a shortage of supply and demand when its drought
Buy low, sell high, my marble route
Know about the weather before its
on the inside, where is mine? (Jesus)
Love and hate is a thin line, get two for the ten time (Lord)
Dyin' on the eleventh, my N-
I'm just down here stuntin'
There's two side to every story
The only question is
Which way are you gonna go
I was sweet like sugar now I'm mean like Cain
I had to switch it up
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
such an odd beginning
See, equipment only matters if you let it
People matter so much more!
And that's the way my story ends
What Jenny saw, she never
commtrans
We could only bring
A couple things
Passports IDs
You know what I mean
Dancing my way
Through TSA
What ya gonna say
It's a brand new day
Bunch
the dance
fim fi fo fum, Charlie Brown make the dance around
Verse 6: Charlie Brown
zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, OW!
that's only one Charlie Brown zeeker
you’re not even real
You’re only in my headspace to make me feel
Like I have someone in my life
I know that’s a lie tho
But ima cut this short just like
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
look what Mario teaching me
Surrounded by these people and somehow, I feel alone
Locked up in my mind and free my thoughts up on the phone
Begin to feel
got a new side piece only loyal to the team don't you worry about me okay
Got her hands all on my jeans like I'm Charlie sheen she gon do the right
away
Business is off, no tourists on the street, another slow day
My boy Charlie's all I've got, the only friend I have in this world
But Charlie is
I was a PFC on a searchpatrol, hunting Charlie down.
It was in the jungle wars of '65.
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
and I
tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
Sooner or later this
chick saw
She is fitting perfect on my dick like a jigsaw
Keto diet, no sugar but we got that white powder
It ain't even weekend, fuck it, make that shit
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