Lyrics:
wanted me
Ou never needed me
Should be illegal how you left after you pleased me
911 EMT my heart need bandage
Can somebody call a medic these scars I
mother fuckers
They don't know what time it is, though
chorus
Somebody give me the phone, dial 911
Clay-Doh and Whitey Wongka and they both got a gun
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
When they wake up in the morning
Who calls the cops on Santa Claus,
Please don't put the holidays in the hands of the law
Somebody wake up a judge
'Twas
the same old scenic views
And just as I'm about to say the truth
I lose you to somebody else
And you should call somebody else
Hey it's such a waste
Cause I
Yeah, State vs. Kirk Jones, Judge Battle now residing
Got a case of armed robbery that ended up in violence
Maximum sentence, life in jail's what
Picture niggas rollin', flyin', foreign floatin' out of space (ayy)
Or bitches on Instagram with no filter face (face)
Picture if judges ain't judge us by
Work hard
Be somebody
Be something more than what you see in the mirror
Let the world be your mirror
Don't let them judge you, because the mirror
Call 911
You made a mess again
Shoulda held your tongue
You ruined everything
Its not the words you said
Its how you said it
You can’t take it back
to Texas , back up to Los Angeles , we've changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up gettin´ rushed by too many to handle us ,
It looked like I got it
Never been the type no to blame nobody
Need Help but still trying to help Somebody
911 ain't gone help nobody scars from
cause you know that he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till she's silent
911, can somebody please dial it
Lord please, could you
the hearts by your name
Maybe I'll give you a call, do you still love me at all
Fact of the matter, I hope that you finally answer
The ringing, getting louder,
used to drop L's screaming out 7 gang that shit,
Call my self big tre-8 cause thats just who i am in this shit,
And we a turn this bitch to 9/11 if
here, please'
This nigga doesn't have a pulse
Can somebody call 911, please'
Aw damn)
Poppin' pills and eatin' shrooms
Give me molly and 'Bou Lou
to what they playing
Over airwaves only ways these niggas travel is on the court
Of course they don't call it but I don't judge
My mind sharper I'm daring
spin the block like tetris
My bitch nickname Lexus, the way she ride it automatic
Somebody call 911, I'm on the scene and it's tragic
I ran up the score
honeymoon,
Another season,
Another reason
For making whoopee.
The chorus sings, "Here comes the bride."
Another victim is by her side.
He's lost his
Of advancing to the next phase or is it case by case
If so
How much should knowledge of self weigh
When I calculate they grade
9/11ths
Who blew them explosives,
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug-head
can sit and watch I call that bitch my troll
I’m gonna make it big Ima be everywhere that you fucking scroll
HOOK
You chose to judge me, I said
comprehend, everyone should have someone, someone they call a friend
Hook
Got to find me some body
anybody I don't care
go to find me somebody to make my
honeymoon,
Another season,
Another reason
For making whoopee.
The chorus sings, "Here comes the bride."
Another victim is by her side.
He's lost his
(Peculiar)
Cryptic individual
Addicted to what I call INTROSPECTION
Unorthodox pursuin' my procedure
Ain't nobody I could call 'em friends
The inner world I
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