Lyrics:
walks
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
Sometimes I sit and wish Dr. Dre had a set of tits
Get behind me Shady and grab me by
ain't come to party muh'fucker just sit down
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
She's bad, she's bad, she's bad I know
I'm breaking it down (Stupid) a scam
I heard that boy running
Around with the packs
So I'm taking him down (yeah)
Oh my gosh, they live by the cold
giggles smoking indica's how we like it
Sativa's my main choice, I don't know about you
Get down like Robert Downey jr we're gonna take the dab
I'll sit n
Like DAYUM
I just want to smoke my shit
Couple blizzys to the face
N’ I don’t care about shit
Like damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By
ya face in the pillows
Just take this hit slow
Get licked like rillos
X to the head sit on my face
Pocket full of drugs lets dip this place
I just
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
out
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, he's gonna sit by
out
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, he's gonna sit by
Catching waves against my face
I'm feeling phased almost every day by
Things I used to rise above now
I'm starting to see the ground
The things we
school
Been causing a panic, smoke like I'm an addict
Have panic attacks in the living room
Prefer to walk on this road all by my lonely
Cause my shoes
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
And our time is running out
Even if you don't
Want it to be
Cos we sit Idly
But I won't sit here and dig my grave
I'll plan to make my great escape
Cold
my eyes
As I sit on this bench made of cold-hearted wood
And the splinters go deep in my thighs
And the towel boy snickers as he walks by
to take me to the mall to pick up my black tuxedo
no words, the straight face, today's no joke
i stopped at a liquor store in the 4 to buy me a pair
Way too much shit
Money you get
People gon watch
People gon sit
People gon talk
People gon bitch
Talkin on beats we gettin rich
Never gon stop we
tsil daar by die speaker
Sy's skaam, ek verstaan, yo haar naam is marieke
Ek sit my hand op haar titte
My piel raak hard soos n nine millimeter
Thrown right into the unknown
Your own face you don't even know
Three days have gone by
Three days, no alibi
Talk through another phone call
Look
(Hold me tight, tighter)
(Hold me, when I sit-when I sit down)
(Killing me, wa-si-I'll-s-ead)
(wa-si-I'll-s-ead-ver again)
Pains in my chest are making
pain
Come sit by me, don't say a word
Oh, can it be that I am slain
Quick, Magdalena, take my gun
Look up in the hills, that flash of light
Aim
to cover my face
I even made you a plate, soul food, know how granny do it
Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it
When I brought it, why
smokin' on indica (mmm)
Fox on me like Vivica (mmm)
I pray for before meals, spiritual
Rackies by the big face (yeah)
They want my spot, they wanna
my motivation
So every night, all I see is them four faces
I think about traveling and going different places
I stay positive regardless
a great throne of judgement
And there is the harlot and she is me
Face down
Looking through the tangled hair and the mudd in my eyes
The ? I raise
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