Lyrics:
Experiences is why I'm distant
She like who hurt you
I'm like everybody
All these girls asking me who hurt you
I'm like all of y'all
Yeah yeah
Fuck falling In
(hahaha)
I'll make ya say
(Yeah) doin' a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop, haha
She got me thinkin' I can date a cop, haha
'Cause
done to Mrs. Rosenbaum
Her heart arrested now she's all embalmed
Why did you let them put you in that box in Sunday's clothes?
Your makeup's so thick
Now
do a number two upon your carpet
You have to get down on your knee and begin to clean it
Well in a de white house Mr Reagen a sit
And when me
[Littles]
I knew this chick by the name of Vevorine
Who introduced me to the streets and put me on to the game
We did in the rain, on the hood
get older, my hands are startin' to shake
So Mr. Larkin
See I got to hold this job
Did you misspeak when you told me
She's all but gone
So Mr
and I'm all by myself. This is everything I got. There's nothing else going on in my life. I'm like, this guy tried to set me up. Now I can't. I have now. I
heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
Intimidately back at me
I said, what's going on
Why did you pour water on me
For three hours I sat here, my head Dropped up on my elbow
Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr., let
you in a while
Hey Mrs. Miller standing by her fence I'm walking by she said
Have you heard about Jehovah
He's the Savior I said yes ma'am but I don't
(hahaha)
I'll make ya say
(Yeah) doin' a buck in the latest drop
I got stopped by a lady cop, haha
She got me thinkin' I can date a cop, haha
'Cause
heart and
I can see it in your eyes
You still want it
So don't forget about us
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first
What the young trend settin musician I be
Got critics givin up the recognition I de-serve
Never bring yo mrs. By me
I'm it I'm it call me mr. I-t
If I
we used to get along
But I remember Tia, cause she did me wrong
My cinnamon apple, you know you did me wrong
My cinnamon apple, said you know you
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
don't mistake me for no lame
No not me
She do hours on the team cause she seen how tall I'd be
In the club dappin' niggas, (?) R-I-P
Damn, you win
but then one day she can't take it
nomore and decided to leave yeah
I woke up in the middle of the night and I noticed my girl wasn't on my
side,
set out for me
Singing cast your vote mr nally, castrate your vote, no you don't, just run
I thumbed a ride across the prairie, I got hitched in
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
you walk
In the door first look at the store clerk
She's older than George Burns!
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can you afford to blow this
Or all of the presents that's under the tree
He hates all the lights
He sees from his peak
All in one night he gon' take everything
You say Mr. Grinch
Sir
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