Lyrics:
to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're crashin'
So if I'm not dreaming
I hope you get this message that I will always love you from afar
'Cause you're my mom
message that I will always love you from afar
'Cause you're my mom
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on
Maybe we
casket 'cause the smoke I
Spit will give you lung damage
If you wanna come and grab what I'm grabbin'
You'll have to lift weights and wait
'Cause
Lennon virtue it's an on center purview
Here to offset the burn wounds that a hot head will earn you
We whistle these dirigible dreams into cloudburst
I'm not Volume T, but I'm harder than all y'all
And just in case you forget the way we will be rocking it
From here until the next time flexing with
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
man
See I ain't a fool man, fuck listen to you man
Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we ain't cool man
Project ain't a duck man, see I know waz up
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
to forget
We suggest one more edit
We are ready but then not
We could do this all day long!
Supersized cookie sheet!
Fire's hot, you're so sweet
Floating
thee
Look behind me, the team is with me (The jury's out)
The jury's out
The jury's out
And if you got a doubt, we will have you walking out (Yup)
I'm
a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the games over, we gon' be out after dark
Strike one, caught you by surprise
A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when you're down
Take me to the streets
Shout out to the people out there in the city living that life
We 'bout
knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just
swifty's we all know-ow-ow
You'll go
For any gimmick or gizmo!
Wouldn't you rather be involved
In a series of colorful
Time-wastinc trends?
Air hockey . .
I'm gonna knock you out
Mama said knock you out
Don't you call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world
the station on rock FM
When I hear Curtis Lowe we'll turn it up to 10
Yeah thats how I roll
I like country with rock n roll
Play me something on the radio
Play
do
The bedroom is the studio, let's produce
808s and deep moans, call it beats by Q
How bout we take it top like Trick Daddy and Trina
Girl the voodoo
like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding? Can't think about sex?
Irritated by your Kotex?
We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll
Catholic tryin' to
Appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
You couldn't be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like
weren't acting like brothers (brothers)
Yeah, we've had our differences, but you don't turn on your brother (no)
For nothing, for no one, nada, mama,
favorite song of mine
And accept my calls on the request line
D.J. will play just for you
But I gotta down and show I know how to
We got favorites,
favorite song of mine
And accept my calls on the request line
D.J. will play just for you
But I gotta down and show I know how to
We got favorites,
MTV will never see me smokin rocks
and ban me from The Box with Disney
Cause drugs can't assist me or assist you
Blood on your tissue that's ill so
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
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