Lyrics:
that miracles wake up next to
For too long, I didn't know what I had, but dang, these days I do
If I make it to Heaven, it'll be by a hair
But one
It's a foundation ting
Yeah it's by His grace and ting
And I pray my bruddas gon' sort me out even when I lack
I'm stressed til next week
Haffi go back
seen by the po
The next thing that you know at the hotel door
This fool was checking all the records just to get through the rope
Here's how it happened
bygones (bygones), just be bygones
So on eggshells, I walk and just try not to piss this guy off
But this why I
I, I, hate
My, my stepdad (stepdad)
so she has to use electric heat.
And tonight was the first date with the brother of the guy she worked next to
He lived a couple streets away
While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for
We're beaten with billy clubs and we're bitten with dogs unleashed by boycotters
We
your guy
I stood by your side
Like red beans & rice
How could you decide
How could you decide
That our love ain't right
I don't even like hard liquor
I
Not a good physique
And yet I love him
Boy around the corner
Better than the boy next door
The boy around the corner's
Never been in love before
Come sit on this side
Get rid of that guy or don't hit up my line, that's fine
Do this without trying
Keep your two cents I don't nickel and dime
It's
You say you're sorry it had to be this way
But you’re moving in with the guy next door
You broke my heart when I heard you say
That I can't come here
high that my heads in a whole different time zone
Slept in the ice for days until I froze
Next to the guys who said I am not cold
Guess who you might
and gorilla glue four
High grade shit I got him shipping in some more
Top shelf cali got 'em knocking at my door
More cali coming with my next order
Nice
Welcome to Club XIII
All the usual suspects are acting weird
The bartenders can't be bothered
We're all glad you're here
The door guy's got
know, she cooks cover, not with Maybelline
So "Next Friday" she hunt you like Baby D
I told her I'm not big, I'm tight with money
Tight nigga, stay
by the boatload (That Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe that's a no-no
All my niggas dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
locked spot?
The other townhouse next door
Is fucking empty
Their only kid is always fucking here
Kimmy Gibbler
Oh, I just stopped by to air out my feet
the people like you that make these summer days go by
So dry
And we're innocent when guilty
Guilty when innocent
This is not how I had wanted it
This is not
door to get your ass out of hiding
Still ride the public transit I don't need no reminding
I had guys that called me bro turns out they were just lying
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
at the time
We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes
Summertime, kids is playin' in the park
I might just ride by, let 'em sprinkle the truck
heard that shit before
And I say "Uh huh, oh yeah, you're right"
'Cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere (more news
By the time the cranes unfold
The tale’s been sold
On cardboard panels
Be sure to stand on by
And nod at the guys
While the dozers gambol
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