Lyrics:
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
or bleed out for no reason
Change is only constant by comparison of season
Focus on the sequence, memorize the pattern
Anticipate a sequel without
shoulder rubs and lawyers sounding celebrant (it's lit)
I'm never settlin', this- get darker than my melanin (ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)
At the crib all by myself,
who never
Sat sad by silent phone
Changed my number forgot to tell the world
Get drunk get dead and gone
You were such a special one to me
How
No rain clouds
No self doubt
Not stressed out
On a Sunday morning
Chilled out by the lakeside
Only good vibes
On a Sunday morning
Aye, It's Sunday
Word of mouth
I'm starting fires that you'll never be able to put out
Town by town
I strike that match and than I watch the city burn
What's somebody gotta do to get some real good love out here
Tell me how can I prove to you a guy what you really want right here
Does anybody know
Finally seeing money now I'm acting a fool
Never thought touring the world all year
Would be something I might actually do
Friends came through got me so
on the throne
And I’m bringing you out
And I’m putting you down
And I’m saying all the things I know
Uh no na na uhhh
Never underestimate the power that I get
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
your dreams up
And don’t get caught up by stuff can’t lose your freedom
Can’t lose that shit cause you won’t find it seekin
I know deep down that you
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
luck as I'm in a place I've never known anywhere I go I could get 2 to the motherfucking dome. I look for a way out no doubt as I look over
A dream is all I need to get by
I was talking in my sleep
The secrets I was meant to keep
I should have kept them in my head
But I just let them out
me, they don't want your dreams, they want reality
They get up inside yo' head
You tell 'em "I'm dead" and tell 'em "Get out of me"
Will they try to rob
love me for the vibes for the Ones that wanna get to know me
Made by the mess thats why I reach the masses
Started out as a street scholar now I got my
kiss is a soul saver,
My favorite flavor, want it now and later
I never seen nothin' that I wanted so bad
Girl, I gotta get me, gotta get me some
become a great nation
Donald is out of office the overthrow is amazing
The people can live together no longer controlled by masons
We were never great
the a-team
With a 50 round glock in my saint lauren jeans
Gotta have the glizzy by my side by all means
A nigga get identified by the red beam
How you switch
the a-team
With a 50 round glock in my saint lauren jeans
Gotta have the glizzy by my side by all means
A nigga get identified by the red beam
How you switch
the a-team
With a 50 round glock in my saint lauren jeans
Gotta have the glizzy by my side by all means
A nigga get identified by the red beam
How you switch
smoke by the gram
Post up, let's just get so high we might never land
I be moving pills and xans
Call me Candyman
I be smoking fat backwoods stuffed with
trynna get by
Day to day struggling with shit so you get high
And staying drunk on the regular
Talking dope talk on your cellular
But in this game
I ain't gotta flip no scales
I kept it right
Oh the love just went stale
Oh well that's life
We'll get through this together
I'm by your side
You
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