Lyrics:
Can I get an, "Amen"
For livin' in Hallelujahville?
Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits
Save the grease from cast-iron skillets
D.C.'s broke
when we laid at you and Paige's crib
Was there so long I coulda paid rent
Remember when we couldn't get shit?
Best thing bout being broke is you don't
life
And I owe it all to you
I've been waiting for so long
Now I've finally found someone
To stand by me
We saw the writing on the wall
As we felt this
factually get it, like, I'm masterfully spitting
And you mad you gon spinning by the time that we all finished
You will literally be so livid, that is it,
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
[M-1]
You either pimpin' the system, or gettin' pimped by the sytem
Don't want no slice of the pie, we want control of the kitchen
Gotta get this bread
meant for you too
Cause we only have this time it’s alright yeah
Can’t get you off my mind it’s alright yeah
No need to be that shy it’s alright yeah
I’ll
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
not the same
See Shuttlesworth a wolf Bis Dracula
cnd when we bite ain't no covering your veins
The more drip I get the more hotter I get
Shit feeling
Put the self outside
Wisdom I apply
Make mistakes
Then retry
Slowing time
I stand by
Take no pride
During last goodbyes
Get the crown
Get the crown
Get
for that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get over here in a short, 'cause it definitely looks like we got us a problem.
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And paint and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer
There's no one else
I'd ever need or ever want
No lust at all
All I want is you
There's no one else
Who gets my love
Or trust
We're Building us
a message in the music ain't a part of the game
A, coincidence that we livin' a lie
A, coincidence that we only get by
A, coincidence that so many are lost
you home? I want you here with me
Ooh girl you blow my mind, I want to be yo' freak
Let me take you there, to that ecstasy,
Oh ba-by, baby
Gotta
and again... and again...
Western Mental Health Institute.
Where's the beginning?
Is there a beginning? Is there an end?
Or are we just in
that A (please let me get that A)
Please let me get that tease while you get sexy
I was gettin' by 'til I saw you ('til I saw you, 'til I saw you,
at
Come on
Step outside you can feel it tonight
Everything is possible
Step by step we can all get correct
If we let the beat guide us home
You can change
a menage-a-trois? (I'm too young)
Shall we imagine we're alone? (What can I say to that?)
Shall we dream of each other naked? (Shit)
Shall we get undressed right
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
to fuss and fight
From right now 'til tomorrow night
So if you promise to love only me and be by my side
I'll let you slide
Without a doubt tonight
And I can't wait 'til we can break up out of here
Excuse me if I seem a little unimpressed with this
An anti-social pessimist, but usually I don't
get paid
They don't get to play, this whole game that we made
Put out a song, it could climb up the charts and yo bank account look like you sell
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