Lyrics:
and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's
Man on the run
Son of a gun
Baby, licking off shots
From the tip of my tongue
Till the damage is done
It'll be ringing out like
Dadadadadadadada dada
crazy
But out here i seen babies having babies
Wasn't Brenda from the 80's yuh yuh
Say I'm crazy say I'm crazy
But out here i seen babies having babies
up if you're not here with me
I was dreaming about your lips
Baby don't wake me up if you're not by my side
I was thinking about
Going out downtown
(I'm telling you bro)
(You have to dog these bitches out)
(Don't play wit dem bro)
Only had intentions to build my life with you
Single baby
the level head
The world can end now
Baby, we'll be livin' in The Walkin' Dead
Now I wanna know everything
Don't leave a single detail out
I'll get
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
Woke up this morning I was all alone
Saw your picture by the telephone
I was missing you oh so bad
Wish I had you here to hold
All I've got is
are runnin' out
I can be somebody
I know you left the bar breakin' hearts
By how cautious you are, you've gone too far
You got one hell of a past
Hey, look out for my glass up there man
That's my drink man that's my drink alright
Somebody has to sing a song somebody will sing song (make it
SICK!
I promised that you were the one
I done told you baby, I don't fair well
No good luck
I promised that you were the one
I'm so sorry,
out the bungalow, stains on my underclothes
Safety pin, breakin' the rocks (let's go)
Surrounded by junkies, I keep in my company
Need 'em a wake
away from it
Counting every second till the day coming
Baby listen here can you just stay for me
I know you been running around the way for me
But wait
Why did our love all fill with tears, baby
Leaving me surrounded by yesterday's memories
And I wish you were here and stay with me
All I want is
Ayo, make my shit sound godly
Like that
Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda)
I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets)
It's all in your
What it's like for a nigga like me
Livin' out his backpack every night needin' a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money,
Uh, check it out, uh
I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee!
Fuck all that pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
Yes, I need you here by my side, oo-oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
I'm thinking 'bout
What to say to you
But I can't get any words out
Let me take you down to Miami, girl
And let you tan by the beach
Then take you back to the room
But first let me wipe that sand off your feet
Yeah
and the sons
And here's the line that's missing
The starving children have been replaced
By souls out on the street
We give a dollar when we pass
And hope
uknowhaimsayin. So I-I holler at her, I say 'Aye man, check this out
man, I seen you over there hollarin at ol' boy. I ain't hatin' on that, uknowhaimsayin'. But I
Climb that ladder rung by rung
We are the daughters and the sons
But here's the line that's missing
The starving children have been replaced
By
[I'm sittin here writin a song about baby'z mothers who try to
sue the daddies for child support. Even though daddy is takin care
of the baby but
the backdoors they building for themselves is the way out to confused to see the ""Trap"" is actually what it is.... a ""TRAP"" We Made It Here By Faith!
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