Lyrics:
to call that girl my own
Since i feel like settling down
All those old ways now are gone
I convinced her to be mine
Conversation went down fine
I admired
I hit the city by 3
And the bottle by 4
I'm thinkin about the shit that I pulled the night before
And by the party at midnight
Everything's cool
I question if I’m living by the best of my intentions
Everyday’s a mess but God keep blessing me to live ‘em
I rest and then I’m risen, I stretch
really wish you wouldn't shit
Don't got time to get beat by a bust
I'll hold a poker face with a royal flush
Don't be fooled for our time it ain't much
old with you
I just wanna take my time with you
I just wanna grow real old with you
I just wanna take my time with you
I just wanna grow real old with
shaking before he got through
Hey, he tried to loot the booty of all my good rhymes
I gave an ultimatum and told him he could do time
But he argued
Instead of trying to make it right with me
We can try, baby
There's a first time for everything
And even though you weren't my first for everything
I want
wasn't made up
You better Mac, before you think I makeup
Wisdom in the mental, knowledge what I take up
Clock says my time is now, it's time to wake up
My mama gave me up when I was four years old
She didn't destroy my body but she killed my soul
Now it's cold 'cause I'm sleeping in my back seat
eternal warfare
For eternal warfare
Only time will tell who diez, these are the days of our livez
Come look deeply in my eyes, these are the days
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like
dealing with the hand that they dealt
I'm grippin' my strap, always got my hand on my belt
Can't take faggots, I can kill him and his man by myself
Cuz they
get no relief
All I see is jokers on my left, thieves up on my right
You'd find me in the middle if I picked a different life
Before my name
is my gear
It's my only possession
And music's my passion
I'm moving to the top. Step by step
The wheel keeps on turning for me
And if you want to stab
It's a new form of macking, don't be old fashioned
Update your passion
Only reason why I be eye chattin'
It's when it's time for some action
I wanna hit
to the top
Dedicated to my craft
So I'm never gone stop nigga
I did it by myself
Yup
I'm really out here posted on the block
By myself
For real
I didn't fix my
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
'Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse!
The stockings all hung
By
Your smile fades away
Six months goodbye to you
A six month goodbye to you
Come back to me
Kiss me just one last time
Kiss me just one last time
Before
How do I know if this is the last dance?
I've had a good time with you
But I'm nervous that it might end
Before my eyes
So I look back
Because I'm
Before I grow too old to seize the day
Before I spread my wings and fly away
I'd like to get to see my heart at play
And see if love can't save the day
now, ain't nobody around, can't no one save ya
If we proceed with the procedure
Okay now, 12 come around, speak no evil
When they ask my old lady, she
old)
You know I've got that brand new
Do more than ya man do
Go on and grab some chocolate before the money close
Showing you my lady, showing
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