Lyrics:
bitch
That Michael Jackson
I may be slow
But never lacking
Like I am my dick
I'm always packing
Off with yo head
Tell you what's hattenin
Not even
(Sosa on the beat)
I be smokin' on that reefer 'til I pass the fuck out
Let your bitch ass in the club, you get dragged the fuck out
Caught that
I can't put it into words
I Sit back and watch you hurt
See the world pass you by
You keep your head up but fake a smile
There's something bout
Caught in a rut
Throwing this cup at your tongue
And God heard you talk
I only see motionless mouths
And so I'll come
Far from the heart
And settle
You my do or die, and you help me make it by
I said what you trynna do, you said we should just get high
I got questions in my head but I think I'm
only flaw
Your sea it can freezing, I thought I'd float
I sink deeper blue, by you I'm consumed
Oh I'm such a fool thinking I won't get caught in
Call away
Real niggas be a call away
You your shit we can't tolerate
666 nigga we annihilate
Fuck with me get hit by hitman
I do what I want when I
Can you open up your eyes
See the bright light shining by
Let go of your weary ways
Make space for a brand new day
Can you keep your head held high
don't
You said
la la la la la
Nothing was the same again
La La La La la
Your voice just echoes in my head
La la la la la
You don't try to understand
La
Were you shaken, by the thunder
It will pass with the night
Don't you be frightened my child
Rest your head here awhile
I must tell you about
put this brick in your face
And if ya ain't got mo money ill put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
suicide letters to my peeps
Well actually uh two suicide letters
why'know what I'm sizzlin?
I wrote it in rhyme form
But I'm gonna try to read it
care about us
No no
No no
I can see you up in your ivory tower, you rich man
What about us? We're suffering so much (Suffering down here)
You have
You better find yourself an itch to scratch
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can
While Mr. Wimpole's not around
Stick your head in
You better find yourself an itch to scratch
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can
While Mr. Wimpole's not around
Stick your head in
and live tonight
What are y'all trynna do with life
Fuck yours trynna see what I'll do with mines?
Love yours, your is one in time
No rat, to be that I'll
"hey"
I slowed down to see what he said, he said um
"By any chance, are you goin' my way?"
I said, "sure baby, hop on in and give me a cigarette"
"hey"
I slowed down to see what he said, he said um
"By any chance, are you goin' my way?"
I said, "sure baby, hop on in and give me a cigarette"
I'd rather live
With like, a knife or a nine
Standing shady under the signs at your neighborhood five and dime
Got a Cheshire smile in the bushes
Walking right out the door
Comparing our love
I feel your haunting in me
So leave a message when you hear the tone
I'm sick in the head
I think you're
know I'm damn numb
But I swear it'd be different if you were by my side
Every problem in my head would be gone by the night
Everything that's left unsaid
no golfing
Hit em in the head, now he look like a dolphin
6 Shots in, we revolving
Try to say we fell off but we really evolving
Pull up on his boys,
about problems often and know you're loved by many so taking your life ain't an option
Uh 'Coas
I don't know what to say I don't know what to say I don't
witness to stop my sickness while my eye twitches and my brain itches to drag you in the trenches and use any weapon, to beat your head senseless
With your
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