Lyrics:
the reason why we're so fucked
'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
I packed up my pick-up at seventeen
With uncle Bob's old Martin guitar and a dream
Went from singin' in church
To singin' for tips in a honky-tonk
good nigga
Lips movin' fast, but your hands on doodle bob
Tryna pull up on a kid, but I ain't runnin', so what's good nigga
White lines, this crack, run
think Ima star so she eating up my dingaling
Whack her with this Peter
Pour my lean in a liter
It’s a fanta light my joint up
Fuck her good her friend wan
and devious, believe me bitch
Now your fucking soul ain't so mischievous
Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder
Ricocheting PM to AM, frying
that, that chit and that chat, bullshit!
So sick of me knowing everything, saying!
In your face
That's right
And it feels so good
In your face
my way
So just do the do the do the Bob Marley
Cos it makes me feel so good
It makes me happy and it makes me smile like I forgot I could
And then his
The Sunday mornin' gospel goes good with the soul
There's blues, folk, and country, and rock like a rollin' stone
The world could come together
a piece of large bait
To jaws you getting Shark-Kesha'd
A grave robber, robbin' bodies for Al Qaeda
Still surround you with so
Much Watts around you
You
I love it
I love it
Wish I was above it
Haunted by the ghosts all at once
In my loneliest moment
Trying to fill this void
Roll up
So I don't feel so
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here, well first let me let you know who I am
Well I go by the name
wants a piece of me
Just came back from linking Nitz, now I'm taking pics at meet and greets
Hit the road at 8am by 12pm that's 101
Now i gotta go link
I never can tell when my time go come
But I still can't wait so i have to work
Imma soldier standing till i fall
Everything go set na turn by turn
the city
Hit the back road still listening to 50
It's a good time no matter the scene
Whether I'm by myself or with the team
Sipping on a top shelf tea
Feels So Good Lyrics
Well everybody's got an opinion that's loud and unbending
I spend my time healing and mending, together
It's a question
to the metal
I'm rugged and rough for Cocoa Puffs, and yes, I love my Fruity Pebbles
So howdy, my partner, I starts to get meaner
So ask Bob for hope, nope,
Girl I know you one of the few who
Bob and weave she been tried and true too
Bitches be lessons and you a blessing
And I heard that ya stressing so
A.m is up in this bitch
P.m for a.m but a.m ain't it
A.m is the morning, eggs Benedict fix
P.m with drugs and the drinks, they don't mix
Looks good
story
And I won't OD
But that's what
These niggas be on
Most of these niggas just be peons Yeah
Tweaking bpm at 3 PM
I'm in my zone yeah
By the time you
so outrageous
Hey I'm so good I make em bills copy faces
Giving that good and like the middle wafers
Free to the carpet, into the office
Then
speak for the ages
My wages so low like David
My rage is more motivated, yuh
Go and bob ya heads
We can vibe all day
We can focus on the words
What
I'm here for a good time, not a long time, not a long time, no
I'm here for a good time, not a long time, not a long time, no
Time flew by so fast, I
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