Lyrics:
a Sharpie pen
Honey it´s Bill and Ben
Off with Superfly
Counting your bees
Oh me honey like
One two three
The camera is rolling
It´s easy like
One
the three are all crowded together at one corner)
Hatter: (Bossy, rude) No room! No room! No room!
Alice: (Protesting) There's plenty of room! (Sits down
I hit the city by 3
And the bottle by 4
I'm thinkin about the shit that I pulled the night before
And by the party at midnight
Everything's cool
an uphill battle I don't care how steep
Imma make this leap, back to my family tree
So I can find my roots and plant my seeds
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray
it all across the land (Three three three)
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street, belly
'round with me at twelve, by three he was found
Two, two, three take a tree down, we smoke a tree down
Let your bitch catch my kids, yeah, that's
never be me
So hang yourself by the fucking tree
Ay, hang yourself by the fucking tree
Ay, hang yourself by the fucking tree
Got your bitch down on her
Women, wind and summer dresses
Meet me underneath that hollow tree
I hope you don't mind if thunder follows me
Chorus
There's Franklin's kite
by my respect
Fuck the three O 3:15
Yea, but what our eyes are Mars
Times was hard, I grindin' hard
Free my dawg behind them bars (Free Roy
it all be, betting on me, multiply it all by three, amplifying all my chi
I'm the source of all you see, coursing through the tree
I'm elite, no
Smoking on tree I got runtz in my lungs
Faced me a L this shit got me numb
Get bread by the loaf you still getting crumbs
Popping more shit than a hoe
that's Lovin3D
You can revere me hear me out I'm telling you clean
You'll never tear me down these tears are clearing the screen
Where there is death
of you, old but also new, to deny it is a crime against
the gods
Thence come the maidens
Mighty in wisdom
Three from the dwelling
Down 'neath the tree
Urth
they home and I'm still trynna do the best I can
Her mother cut me free said show them why I'm chose again
They lost the tree and bout three
Furious
All I want for Christmas, shiny keys to a limousine
Methylamine, Louis V, all of that under the tree
Fillin' up my stocking, bitch I got the Glock, 3
the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl
I got the blues:
The cider blues:
On Thursday morning you find him standing by the door
By 3 o'clock he's down
Wind passing by
Those seagulls that just drew a line
In front of traffic light
Where I thought nobody checked it twice
Kaf closed at four
When I
A iPhone
Higher than the Eiffel
Packing heat like A rifle
Break it down, it's the time bro
4:20 be the time
This tree I'm bout to grind
Every week of my
and desperate they committed a unthinkable sin
The daughters got their father drunk, laid down with him one by one
And nine months later they both bore their own
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
think about our first kiss by the tree
That feeling you wanted, you feel it with me
I fell in love with you, no in between
Woke up, you were in my dreams
stops to climb a tree
And they all go marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching four by four,
of what you make so far)
But I'm not having it, I load the SLR
Pack the ganja boom They break down the door
Pop-pop T'ree shots, exchanged at close range
Crusing down 20 blowing pressure doly
Look at the time and is 3 on my rollie
A zip of gas on me and i just rolled me a stogie
Khalifa papers on me
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