Lyrics:
there aint nobody else around
Do you still miss me
Like I still miss it oh
Pointless conversations got me thinking why I’m here
It’s 3am and you’re not
handcuff Bert Reynolds
To Jim Brown and escape with Raquel Welsh
Isn't my queen lovely? feed her rum of rays
And ice cream, shower her with diamond rings
first GSX-R
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise,
mind
An archaeologist, dusting off ancient relics
Lyrical gems, taken from ancient tombs
Rhymes killed in the womb
By these capitalist baboons
Destroying
they happened this way in the first place
Names and dates are hazy, but I recall the face
III. The Night Before That, Parts 1 & 2
We were so young, we
sleep when nod's around the corner
Later on, in the afternoon I rise to rap tunes
Way past two turn the dial to BET or Trial TV
If it's hot I'll just
Well, either you're closing your eyes
To a situation you do not wish to acknowledge
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster
Indicated by
clothes
That is my favorite way to go
It's the same old same old
Day to day
But for these 3 months
Everything is ok
Even when I'm by myself and no one is
pipe hot cook a niggas brain now
They calling him Frylock
You niggas can't hide from the
Eye of a cyclops
I ride drive-by put you guys in an ice box
three times or ten
I'm fine if you're Bi, Trans, Fluid or Gay
But nobody who cared would treat me this way
Despite I persist, you refuse to acknowledge
cards
Bougie bitches with no extensions
Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination
Before we sparked a conversation
We seen three niggas
Get a phone call about a neighbor
At daylight savings time six o clock at nine
Three way conversation 40 water family member cousin
Dude did
praise Him
Vegas I be mandalay'in
Bad bitch condom tastin, 4
5 compilation, never give em conversation
Never give 'em my safe's combination
While I'm
judged by 12 for embezzlement
Swear I'm being pushed to that point
End up like bones
Stuck in the joint
My eyes drift away as I'm writing this
Phone
Thank God, for, the presence that was He
The presence in three now the presence in me
Conversations with Heaven
Need to take a step back so I'm fasting
Accessing my higher self
Getting out of my own way
I've been somewhere for too long
They never noticed my reign
Inner kingdom high as hell
Everything is
I'm in the elevator
Going up to the top floor, look how we elevated
What, you don't know the brand by now? You better get educated
Take both of my
my extended cab, my sweet talk is splendid
I come with game sharper, than Gillette Mach 3
One of a kind conversation, you can't out talk me
They want
Yeah
And you see them over there
Ooh
Man, three of them, three of us, right
Here we go
Man, let's go and make a move
Y'all already know I'm on it
sex before they're eyes
Tell me if you can
What makes a man a man
Round three o'clock or so, I meet
With friends to have a bite to eat
And conversation
Little cafe, table for four
But there's just conversation for three
And I like the way she let me get the door
And I wonder what she thinks of me
After Hours it was cool
Ten after one I think I'll hop the horse
Downtown late of three of course
Just came from fishing couldn't get a catch
Little cafe, table for four
But there's just conversation for three
And I like the way she let me get the door
And I wonder what she thinks of me
Hello? Can you hear me now you?
You don't got a fuckin' choice
Elbowed my way into everybody's conversations
With rhymin', timin', and patience
Now
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