Lyrics:
your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
We all been tried by them hoes in blue
And not just once way more than two
Sandra Bland, Bri Taylor we miss you
Countless lies can you recognize
mistreating the love of my life
I ain't to proud to beg for better baby
That's what I deserve
I tried to be good to you
Even stood their by you
And you ran
the film
Final destination somebody tell me
What's real I'm so mentally ill sitting
In denial wondering how much longer can
Live like this hey doc could you
just tell me what you people want.
Tryna live a new life, do whatever you like.
Wearing somebody else’s clothes.
Cause the summer, it ain’t gonna last
And the future don't look so bright
You can't even open your mailbox, you can't take the plane
And everybody lookin' for somebody to blame
I think I'm gonna
blues got tiring Rose nights you admiring
If I cop me a pistol i'm firing
You want somebody to die again look everything A1
I'ma kill you whenever it's
lent me a favor
I wish that I could stop (oh)
Well, now I wish that I could live a little safer
I'm watching all of my nights go blue
Somebody lend
(You)
Should be in my arms (And Me)
We not getting young (Ayy)
But time we got tons
Girl let's make it fun
Let's live on the run (We can make love)
niggas live by the code
Never fall out bout a hoe
Never fall out bout a bitch
Blueprint to get rich
Me and my niggas we gettin flippin it
Until we gettin
Looking out the window at the clouds flying by
I wonder if You moved them with a thought or with a breath
And as they pass, I see the beauty
face
I don't wanna be somebody else
No, I don't wanna to pretend
I wanna be myself instead
Never lonely, never blue
Like to change my point of view
When
live our lives
And that's alright
Maybe we'll both find somebody else
Maybe we won't and just be by ourselves
Maybe you feel the same way that I do
Stanley by God Terry knew exactly how it felt
To play a George Jones song in a white leather belt
With matching shoes, polyester blues
At the Pine
that people wouldn't trade"
Trade for nothing, I did though, I had to chase it
Face it, I wasn't born to live a life basic
They say, "you turned your
I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night,
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight.
It was just a drunken hobo dancing
lives
Cold world, gotta pick a side
Either live life or you live a lie
Lost soul, I was shooting dice
By the River Styx for a long time
You gotta live
life by Daddy rules
Whole time Daddy miserable
His marriage sing the blues
Beat your mug (Yep)
Brush your hair (Hmph)
Hurry up cause I'm downstairs
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
If I die tonight
Can't say I didn't live my life
Can't say I didn't find sunshine
In the blue midnight
Can't say I didn't live my life
Everybody, put
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
and trapped by the blues
Baby, I'm sick of these blues
I'm gonna get outta hell in my dodge
Can't take this anymore
Gonna go downtown pick up my girl
I stay connected to the pussy like cat dog
But you can’t fuck with everything especially not a bitch with a stench
Just like the pad they live in I
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
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