Lyrics:
me
Love to the one who will have my kid
She gone be my
Love a woman with succulent brown skin
Cocoa butter kisses from her lips
See your aura shining
your own author
Don't get caught in your own coffers
You'll realize when you turn twenty-seven
No matter the money you make you can't bring it heaven
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
It has often been my dream
To live with one who wasn't there
Like an ocean fish who swam upstream
Through nets, by hooks, and hungry bears.
upstream
Through nets, by hooks, and hungry bears
When the water grew less deep
My fins were aching from the strain
I'm swimming in my sleep
I know I
Fit twenty-five bucks like Danny Brown
I'm dappered down
Yeah, fuck your politics
I'll take a seat when white police start taking hostages
I'll shut my
down
Was there anything I could have done
To make you stay or has your mind
Already made plans to end this way
Cause I don't see it anymore
When I look
that voice inside your life that you were missing
You wrapped me as a present cause you knew that I was gifted —
Even when the current shifted, in
a minute
Hold on, you say you want me gone
So who you cookin' dinner for?
Mmm, that looks good, I'm staying
When I said you weren't a good cook
I was playing
Pretty brown eyes, under blue skies
Hand on my thighs, hoodie oversized
And I feel alright, because tonight
Your pickin' me up, in your big truck
of Old Spice
Ah, that'd be nice.
He's out on the back porch again
Only after a month has gone by
Stiff as a board with one hand on the swing
And the other
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
and get drowned by my massive
Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage
Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty
On a violator that
supported you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up
sifi
Ha ha ha when I drive by
Imma hop out fuck a drive by
Fuck a cop out I don't abide by it
Looking at the clock at the counter clockwise
Any moment I
of ten she probably cut and giving head to them
While you at work she skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet on lovers
You find out and pull your heat, heat, heat
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the Hall
And word is up to Madam the Queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne
gets a picture with each
She suck my dick when I'm asleep I call her a burglar
Politicians stealing money are the worst murderers
Tell your mom I love
some type of argument and
I felt like moving anyhow
And when I got back i
Figured she'd be gone
But I had been sitting in the West
End Bar about 30
of the seed that has grown.
Sick, my body's gone sick.
Too much fog on the shore
Where the light glowed before.
Getting wet by the drip, now the wick's caught
got was hard times
Hunger and nakedness, from the snake that hissed
Beaten and killed by the ones
who say, "Look to the sky for your piece
a bitch out the crib if she frontin
With this emo hoe and she buggin
I got money i know that its comin
5 bands and your homie get hurt
5 bands and that
shouldn't fall in love
Let other ones thoughts be your lover
Think it twice, if you don't need to change your mind
Truth will wait, she has no better place
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