Lyrics:
brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit
I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all
Called 'Ride
Mona Lisa
Want to come back home and throw this lease up
I've been out here way to long
Want to be with you and sing these songs
But this fall semester
professor, birds sing a territorial song, birds warn other birds by making different sounds for perched animals. Squirrels mimic the same sound. Roboraptor
the mackin' game
All my mackin' women throw the
Left to the right now (Super fly)
Me and my girls
Throwing long hair and afros to the wind
We got a love jones,
or a flat screen TV
If you don't do right by yourself, do right by me
Do right by me
Long as the winters are, sometimes your mind breaks up
The bars are full
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
languorous
Caution we proclaim until brain's off like Sagittarius
Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals
Stonegates marching moodily until plural
Hanging on, hanging on, hanging on by a thread
Unwashed and slightly dazed staggered bourbon serenade the stoplight glows the red in our eyes
mine...
IN LOVE
Picture you naked
With a pen and an eraser
And a piece of paper
Down by the equator
Hopping atop the backs
Of giant alligators
Rifling
so long
A lot of people probably feel I'm so wrong
Never had a chance to put my crew on
So I'm thankful that the bond we got is too strong
Get it by
a coincidence and it's not ironic
God got a plan and purpose for your life man
The Quarter Peace Quartet gon' help me sing it right about now, uh
{*chicken
Well, I know how it feels to be ripped from my roots
And tossed into a world unbending
Not long ago I was bitten by the truth
Some folks spend their
killer
Jealous fucking spade bitter
While I'm steady laughin'
I'm 'bout to make this happen
Y'all some sing-along silly fucks
Talk slick but really suck
the mistake of mentioning Peter Falk
She says American TV has killed the murder mystery
'Cause the killer's always caught by 10.23
I had the motive but she
In the darkness of Time, in the name of God
Truth dies in the dying shout,
Crying kisses or killer's hands
And the glory grows on glorious heads...
Sing along with us
We brought a killer tune for you to get this party started tonight
Ride on time!
Don't be late!
Show us what you carry in your soul!
not being damn dojers
And as a sin indulger not being trumped by the POTUS
Whip range rovers from Brooklyn to both Dakotas
I never been a cobra
my zone, I'm one with the chalk (Uh huh)
Metal make him sing elevator talk (Uhh)
Don't wanna cause mayday, go for a walk (Mmm)
If you ain't catch it,
innocence died
Still halfway up in it, a lot of my niggas still beat up the block
I need to do better cause’ it ain’t no telling if I’ll be alive
By the eve
a Instafan (Okay)
Shawty popped up on Twitter (What, what)
Them DMs a killers (Okay)
Shawty popped up on my dressing room
Hol'up, hol'up, wait, let her through
a tear in my life
Real ones only real if they holding a gun
Story told by the streets before turning 21
Hang around with the killers it'll make you
another form of containment
But I pray for her to sing for me again
While still aiming
What if I, what if I wanted to break
Choke little bird, hang it up
by a killer crowd
I've rocked with motherfucking clowns tonight
We had a party and it felt so right - girl!
Looking in their evil eyes
And we danced
motherfucker sing
Diamonds on the pinky ring
The stick got a beam
These niggas ain't real as they seem
Niggas surrounded by niggas surrounded by niggas that's
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