Lyrics:
not quite young and you're not quite old
And your friends outgrown and your story's told
But you feel fine
And you feel like you could almost touch
awake
By fifty centuries of compounding mistakes
And the people in charge will be gone when the bill comes due
Black swan, white swan, who's to say
told em
I'll be straight
When my niggas don't have to debate who will pay for the bill because they living great
I respect all my niggas cause that is my
bills
Aaaaaaaahhhhh, fffuuuuuuccckkkk, whyyy
Any imagination that you possibly could have from the news, like, it's so much worse than they could possibly
my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was
of the month and all my bills came in
Paid them online, crushing bud on my bill statements
Squashing beef with my old friends
A lot of good times, plus them
bless my G
If you go to Bill's you might be served by the one and only Ollie
And your Friday night ain't shit if you don't parlay in one of our pubs
From
deceased
Best In The Game don't play no PES
Do shit more, and I say less
Me and Droxx light up these ends
Same old foes, don't need new friends
In this
Mastermind like water, gotta keep the boat floatin'
Still an orchestrator, puttin' plays in motion
Rollin', roasted, keep your toaster, friends or your
been four weeks
Since you left I've been a mess, every night I'm wasted
Pile of dishes by the sink, laundry in the basement
All my bills are overdue
the owner
Hit this gin make things move slower
I'm never sober
Roll some weed our eyes gets lower
I'm in my old school
Ride it sound just like a newer
Stolen half full glasses of human footprints for my friends.
The irate has lost his wooden leg.
The stuck up lost her penis.
Ye fateful eat
the world was our's
Hit the arcade on a friday
With a $20 bill
And I sent you all those messages
My phone under the desk
Like
Meet me by the bleachers
friends call to speak
Even Bill O'Reilly's wrapped in a hospital bedsheet
With a pointed hat, where the ointment at?
Wax the taxpayers backside for a tax
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery,
Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free.
By the Devil's wash
at all
Chorus
So I say Lucy, darling, don't you cry
Hundred dollar bill that old prison cell couldn't hold me even if it tried
16 years, bucket o'tears
I've had the help of loved ones and many friends who stood by me
And without their favor I would have given up a long long time ago
I remember my boyhood
cheese
(My dough)
You can say I'm selfish, but I'ma eat
All my old friends mad at me (What for?)
But y'all the ones that switched on me
(Switched)
I'ma be
chase a bill
Now I focus hard on closing deals, that when I sign a bill, I go for 100 mil
Stuck between tryna find friends who want innovation but 'em
old-school Johnny Cash
Find an open lane and step on the gas
And don't look back until I leave the city behind
I think I'll meet up with some old friends
like this
Oo old hoes in my new phone, why they gon' behave like this
Momma said it would be, ay look
Momma said it would be days like this
On a wave by
never
Friends may come and friends may go
But the fiddle bill goes on for ever
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la
Judge by the Grace of God
Old man
I look into your eyes
What do I see?
A lake of melting ice
The boots of yesterday, the dust of hostile distant
Judge by the Grace of God
Old man
I look into your eyes
What do I see?
A lake of melting ice
The boots of yesterday, the dust of hostile distant
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