Lyrics:
Ever feel lost, is your mind in a twist
Do you feel no purpose, wonder why you exist
Think of frogs you never kissed, opportunities missed
Waiting
pass me by
Three hearts will break in two
Cause me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
Me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think
a rush
See you cuttin' up a pie, that's my lunch
(Run-run)
Run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's a honor to be robbed
By Denise's only son
Yeah,
Hey there, teenage Baltimore!
Don't change that channel!
'Cause it's time for the Corny Collins Show!
Brought to you by
Ultra Clutch Hairspray!
hitting the road
Get hit by the door
We don't kick it no more
Your snake, turned fake
Big yellow tape
It wasn't me
I was chilling down the street
Getting
they ask me
What I keep a pistol fo'? I say
Without it I feel naked as a stripper ho
Thats how it is when you was
Raised by some triple OG's
The first
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas ridin' with me
Is ready for whatever, ready
on the low, I can act real motherfucking ignorant
Raised by an army of THUGS
Who done it all from the smartest to the dumbest
And I, happen to be
All the girls are in bikinis
All the boys are in the buff
With the baby in between and
That makes three of us
And the streets are all so quiet
later, oh, yeah) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(Three days later, yeah) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
(Three days later) skeezer, skeezer, skeezer
Well, it
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
the tires, what the hell you doing in there? Guys wearing three blanket's got his laundry on its head. It's 95 degrees, one guy had the Yankee logo on his
(Verse 1) Here I go again… Crawlin’ through the endless tunnels, throughout my polluted mind All 3 walls of my bedroom are bleeding ‘cause I’m
having fun, niggaz loved how it felt
My 2 daughters denysha, yay-yay, my whole family
I dedicate this to y'all for believing in me
[Chorus]
[Verse Three
are too short
But the week is long
If I hit myself and it hurts
Am I weak or strong?
Ay, they call me trouble in the black
Call up the woman in
a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal, others
It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is now running out of time
And that somewhere in that
thought you'd be right by my side)
And I'm missin' you (yeah)
And nobody knows it but me
(Nobody knows it, no, nobody but me)
The nights are lonely,
weather away
Poisoned hearts cant play the part like faded stars
Black Diamonds are born
I hope you find what you're looking for
Jaded Its not a twist
Got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin paid up off the misses
Ain't nothin wrong but wait f*** another love song
It's the r&b strangler
(Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
(Mixed by Daveo) was it all in my fantasy?
Where are you now?
Were you only imaginary? (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Try to run, but I
years old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you, hmm, hell naw
You need to put some lotion
Are we really for the broken
If we put on a fake face
Just to show up on a Sunday
Acting like we don't need grace
It's okay to feel lost
It's okay
Ay Jake and Belmin again
This the sequel still a brainstorm
We've been struggling but you know
But we gettin' it by any means
Ay look at me then
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