Lyrics:
if I'm fine
I'm tryin
I was hoping you'd be open and you'd get me
I'm tryin
Antisocial
No, you know I'm busy
I tried
I'm talking real forget
man on fire
Nothing over here to see, yeah
Say my prayers at night
Help me fall asleep, yeah
Nothing as tried and true as taking it day by day
We
why I caught a flight
Promise that you'll stay the night
With me
Oh, Austin
Oh, Austin
Austin, can it be?
You, Austin
Oh, Austin
I took a flight
To see
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
of other things I'd rather be blazing
Caught in Times Square make way let me through
Whoopi and Sherri wanna hangout on The View
Barbara ask me questions
easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see the glean
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Ride with a new chick, she like hold up
Next
up to the punks tryin' to diss me
Talkin' mad shit 'cause they miss me
Reminisce me because they use to talk head about my rhymes
And when they
police
Ready to run dope from here to the Middle East
And call me Mr. Paul
Cause I be smokin muthafuckas like Steven Seagal
Mr. Killa, the ghetto
' to get more, too, yea
Hoe niggas'
Fake niggas'
Stay away from me
Tryin' to get to it
Champ
Hello, no one is available to take you call
Please, leave
headed out to the lake and I'll be gone
All weekend long but I'll call you back when I get home on
Sunday afternoon and P.S. if this is Austin I still
face but, she hella thick, though
No nigga like me, AV, Christo (Champ)
Let me fuckin' hit it from the back (from the back)
A niggas tryin' to see that
I don't want to do nothing else
I Sold my Soul
YEAH!
So we ride through the night in this beat up old van
Tryin' to make the next city by mornin'
We
' to be a man
I was tryin' to be a man
I was tryin' to be a man
Hey you, it's so true how you call me boo
Even though the love we had is gone from you
Can
was dog-walking and job tossing
That hard lesson came far from Austin
Never saw flossing, never saw bragging
Got me a, uh, got me a present
Uh, uh,
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
still yours
I should've listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way, boy, this is no
still yours
I should have listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way, boy, this is no
tryin' to play)
(You're tryin' to play)
Feels like payback
(And you've been doin' so wrong, by me)
All those gizames you're tryin' to plizay
Oh,
Mmmmm
Options
I still got options
Options
I still got options
Nigga stay hatin', you all outta options
Power like Austin
Me and my niggas got power
they call me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker
And I break a Bean, but I'm not from Boston
I'm stronger, and faster, than Steve Austin
Common'll keep
You would be so amazed by the things that I can tell
I got troubles with in, troubles with out
Making it threw but tryin' to figure it out
Tryin
(On tha SouthSide)
Folks on tha SouthSide be Hatin on me
Hatin on my skills cause I'm tryin to do me
You can get up on your job and stop eyeballin me
gone
From here to Tucson, Taiwan, we keep it logged-on in Austin
This is the new dawn, new year, let all the bygones, be bygone
This here is my song, I'm
Angels be singin', candy paint wildin
I'm tryin' to cop me that Cadillac
Phone never ringin', I'm never dialin'
Shawty cuz my personality wack
She
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