Lyrics:
Wrld
As an incredibly talented artist passed away
The same day that I am recording this record
Yeah...
Pray my brother Bizzie he gets out the streets
The lines that I read on their heads
Made me ill
Saw today
Heard yesterday
Made me wonder
Did they throw out their souls
By mistake
In the dumpster?
hides hangin' by the dozen, even got a little bitty
Muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun, tomorrow Poppa's
Gone turn em into money
I had my hand out the window
And as we took a drive, I looked into her big blue eyes
And I said baby I want to know...
Whats on your mind, just take
North Carolina Shore
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
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His haven was on Carolina Beach
Em
Found him in letters,
forget me it's, by my side
Ye-yeah ye-yeah ye-yeah, by my side (ooh)
The murder capital mo' mayhem, yes it's thriller
Put four in your head, have you
been impounded
But they don't know that there's a room inside my head
Where I never make the bed
And I can hide in there, inside in there
And never come
back up I need Myspace
Popped up like Lynn Mass crime rate
Tryna make it now like why wait?
He lost his bitch and left with a cry face
My old chick
wouldn't know it
Nobody said it, nobody told ya
You had to find it out all on your own, huh
I'm closing my eyes and I pray that it's over
I talk to the Gods
Superstar
Wassup wassup
Eyes focused like you exercising
Mesmerized by my body
A new exotic
I know you like the way that I'm moving it's so hypnotic
Yeah you
God Cries
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
wood in my bed
roll over half praying its her sayin "wake up sleepy head"
it never is though, ok mom i'm getting up
oh mom! can i have my OJ in my
a bill
Now it's God will, like a ex-crack head said
I'm like a fed, stuck in my head be the real information
What out for Satan, waitin' for you,
toothpaste,
Aim, drop, that's touché,
I ain't fucking with no two-face,
Or your Harvey Dent looking ass,
Know you wanna be Bruce Waynes
Got the finest by my
a the pass and no one else could ever fill your shoes
You sending me up bringing me down got my head just spinning around
Come on in get on out baby why
On the rag-less cars so they can't clip my spots
The Caprice's on the block moving slowly
That's the motherfucking police
Here come the laws nigga heads up
Better
much that these phonies really not real/ Patience runnin short for you niggas telling tall tales
You know my section...east side, Lynn mass way/
Make
Country Summer Saturday
Written by: Jenn Lynn Jody
Capo 3:
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version of Mrs. Garrett
My speech is arrogant as I get sucked simultaneously
by J.R. Carrington and Christaro Barrington
Shove my dicky in Nikki Lynn
to think of cutting off my hands
I used to build things to fuck out of sand
But then I met you
Make me walk into the wall
And press my hands against the wall
a Mit'subishi
Puffing on that seaweed, apartment in Tahiti
I want them nasty bitches
Who hula hoop my peepee
All night repeat, poke up out a TV
Be my main
JANEL FINE ASS
CRIB BY MONORE
THE STICK A CIG
SOLD IT FOR 6 CUZ IT WAS OLD
BOBBY AND WHITNEY
TRYNA ROB ME RISKY
SKIP THE RIGAMAROLE
BITCHES PLAY
ROcD BLOCKS
Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Jennifer Lynn Kennard, Oscar Charles
I'm cruising
ct a real good pace
Everything
Is falling into place
I got by
In my head!
In my head!
I've been letting this depression fester in my head!
In my head!
In my head!
I've been dancing with the devil dwelling down
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