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son, I still kinda wish I could of been there when he was born At 3:01, by gone be gone, there's nowhere wrong and all Yours sons about, and since I
everyone living is just gonna die Close your eyes as I take you on a ride to the infinite dark side where baby mother's cry Cause they son got shot messing
all wrong All I know is Alright now hey Get by child Get these bitches outta my way Get the mother fuckas outta my face Get these bitches outta my way
stay gettin smaller on my mother and my father Came up off the bench now I'm lookin like a starter Seen the sharks was eatin and now I'm swimmin in that
see us and man Anybody, we ain't got no picks over Here dreams worth more than money Uh, gimme some levels, turn it up Uh, they sayin' that I talk too
at night, tossing and turning Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes, some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as going tourist. By Friday
Cats are dying by their lonesome hits are planned out but boys will rap about it boasting Let's keep it real ain't nothing real about dissing dead my
for the New World Order Peakafeller, Rockafeller, fuck these mother fuck out Illuminati Regarde le ciel Qu'est-ce tu vois Juste des chemtrails There's
me at a young age And shoved me and my baby brother my mother's way And comin home late every night I used to hear him grabbin momma by the neck,
my son) You're my number one (You're my number one) Man I love you son (Man I love you son) Now I got you by my side I ain't never letting go (I
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit Amen Our Father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done
All the bills we have to pay Laughing as we run away Mother Mary come to me Don't let me down, don't let me bleed At least we caught some waves
like damn some Got them screaming damn son Y'all don't get it never got It probably never will I'm out to get it ain't no Stopping me no time to chill No
to You'll only see me on TV or maybe YouTube By now I know your momma is probably dating some new dude So how you liking Earth? Are you loving your
gotta put it in photosynthesis or somethin', son? Shed some light on Day? 'Til he's cropped out No not now, I won't need a plant to defeat you The sequel,
rising you see these hater's tempers flaring With a loving mother chain smoking in the window staring, like How do you love a son that's never home
Kotex and sweat and start panickin' I'm dissin' rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother Father, son, your
be young again (Hook) But... When did we become adults? Thought id be a child forever But we’re getting old No bills, no worries of being broke No
some money bro I wanna pay off my bills and more Ey, I'm on my beast mode I just can't chill some more Give me some money bro I wanna pay off my
him up, I hope he got his towel on, I aim at the moon, and get my howl on. Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush, And when it comes to that
All the People Got Guns and turned stick up kids While their mother is at home shedding tears because the son that she thought she had brought up right
bills, And get organised for court dates, The mothers fill plates, But they're only filled with carbohydrates, It's the hard truth, But reality really
profits Boy I cannot wait to go catch me a flight I just be working even if i'm hurting Go and get me a bill by the end of the night Keep the strap, never
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