Lyrics:
the producer I ain't gotta lie cause I know that the truth hurts
Seven in the face but he a ten in the humor So you could probably even believe every single
often
You went to sleep in your bed but woke up in a coffin
That's the price of doing benzos with your friends in Austin
I know a feen who steal base like
okay
First you take me home, then you mix me with some cream (mm)
Oven stay hot (yeah), you ain't gotta preheat (uh-huh)
Tablespoon of love (okay)
VERSE 1
One thing about this life / you better live it live /
Speeding by these cops on 95 / doing their 9 to 5 /
And if they pull me over / GOD
Slender
Man, I'm on a high one
Counting all my worries
(Oh no, I've got none)
Counting all my monies
(Oh wait, you want some) suck one
I don't give a shit
FAT WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT
WAKE UP IN THE MORNIN, PAPER ON THE BRAIN
GOTTA KEEP EARNIN UNTIL MONEY AINT A THANG
SICK OF BEING POOR, SLEEPIN
fuck asking who's next
If you ain't on the wave already then I need a bag for workin
Tendency to swerve when I'm static surfing
Speedbag a rapper head
Kemang' o?
She's a beast of a thing I must say.
Couldn't explain it to you by saying.
She could've been Beyonce.
And I got Looney-On-The-Tune ak'fiwe.
Mina
of law
And soon they turn the table around and charge you with a crime
[Chorus]
But who knows, what money makes
Makes out of me, makes out of me
fir my
Im just too bad for myself
You would think
By looking at me
Im the prettiest thing
But the inside of me
Is saying im not worth a thing
And i try
aint raise dolly
But i'm still her pappy
Gotta get this off my chest
I do think that i'm the best
It's causing you too much stress
Just accept that i'm
to go make the bujj a hobby?
He name ain't Lucy but she nearly got killed by the bobby
Baby tryna do things properly, wanna fly tech, cocktails
do, I gotta do it right now
'cause I'm a suicidalist and I know how
Life ain't nothin but bitches and money
So Elizabeth, I'm comin to join ya honey
Can
Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis
This war veteran knows what a hard time is
He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is
A cougar dog and a stout palomino
Snow fallin' on this devil's land
It ain't the life of a high-class suitor
But it's live-in luxury for
[Music & Lyrics: Tobias Sammet]
You gotta know
That there ain't always
Words of reason to explain
With those words my heart is falling silent
To let
aint friends nigga back up off me.
Asses shakin dont back up of me.
Please
Can we get this started?
Please
Ima make you shake
Please
Ninjas world wide
sarkaztik I told em they ain't have enough bars to be fuckin with me..
Not over these beats..
They aint fucking with any of us
Imma tell you why
Because we do
She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair, that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why, don't know
It's
Daddy used to tell me all the time
There would come a day when you realize
How fast every day of your life flies by
You can't get it back again
I'm
those years slip by so easily
They went so easily
I spent all my days trying to be
Something you can't hold, something close to free
But I ain't
all she'll do is holler
Oh, my life has become
A country song
I've learned she can resist me
By the way she always disses me
And comes to bed
side...
In spite, of all the negativity I'm surrounded by
No it ain't perfect but that's alright
Cause His hand is on me ...
It's keeping me alive
So
you
This merry-go-round ain't merry at all
Danny wanna hop off this carousel
But scared he could fall
Figured I'd make a few beans with my daily
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