Lyrics:
Better get a bigger towel, cuz as far as the blood on the floor the one you got right there ain't big enough to absorb it all,
Buddy got a spot
Tale as old as time slow and steady win the race
You know I love spiting on that rostabasstakovich
Yebio flow so ill it got me feeling sick like covid
'round, lil' bitch
I'm one of one
Heard you got a glitch, I got one
Let's go run for run
Out of town on that one, got my duffy stuffed
Yeah, bitch
Ha ha,
whatever I can to get back to you
I'm in love with the way you make me feel
I know that the love I got is true
If I ain't got you, my world is blue
Do
and round and round getting nowhere faster every day
You know I've got the working class blues
Figured by now I would have paid my dues
Preacher said be
Now everyone's a gangster okay oh well
Bagging up subpar inside a two star hotel
Doing two for three that's if you get it on the wholesale
Coming
friend Sterling Plumpp
Called "Poet: for Thebe Neruda"
It ends this way:
"You were born with blues
On them how you gon do anything but rule?"
Do you
brothers
They like when they corneas blue like the officers
Dammit I'm tired put that on my muvah
Jus wan see brighter days ina morn for my sisters
Jus
carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
rob me, that's a no-no
I still get them things in for the low-low
Yeah we got more pumps than a GoLo
Long nights in the skreets like a hobo
A nigga
Could I still love you
Space Mountain blue skies
Could I still love you
Could I Still love you
Space Mountain blue skies
Rode by got a new drive
Every
blue
From head to toe I'm rather drab except for my patent shoes
I make them shine
Well most the time
Except the other day my feet were trotting on by
can't fall quick
Man my new boo she a stallion she a tall bitch
Im on some Gary Coleman shit I got the big head
You talking cemetery shit because that
If it got a blue face It can be in my face
Ian ein trying too get to know nobody
Really don't care for or like nobody
Really don't care for or like
whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can't forget it
Wearin' my brother's clothes I couldn't fit it
We still
the Chanel mask
You still got a bus pass
Watch the way I move fast
Wonder how I do that
Different garments, blue, black
Pussy, you get blew back
Turned into
a stain on sleeze
I'm still feelin' like a kid, my Tee smell like weed
White Tees and Blue Jeans- fresher than you, White Tees Blue jeans
White Tees
carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
into motion
Set these moments aside
You've got to know, it's a tool you'll own
When life hit's a stand still
Round like a windmill don't defend yourself
gon' need two vests
So, please stay off my dick 'less
You got a fat ass and two huge breasts
I been to hell and back and I
Fucked the devil in a blue
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
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