Lyrics:
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
they Jesus but they really Judas
creating motion pictures feel like George Lucas
i'm teaching shit now cause i been a student
Was shaky at the start but
Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands
'Cause the vibe you giving me now
Feels like I'm an innocent child
When sinning is never tempting when other womens
see me
Niggas can't see me
(Y'all niggas especially)
(Niggas can't see me)
Which way did he go George?
Which way did he go? (oh)
Which way did
see me
Niggas can't see me
(Y'all niggas especially)
(Niggas can't see me)
Which way did he go George?
Which way did he go? (oh)
Which way did
Who am I
I'm the brother that dodges corona virus coughs
The same way hopeless romantics avoid obvious obstacles
Opposing their options to
Love
burst
And the lavatory makes you fear the worst,
It was used by Charles the First
Quite informally,
And later by George the Fourth
On a journey
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
a straight tom p ting
I drop nuclear bombs on dons
Constructed in
Carlton n penni
You dunt want any
In this game am george
You man are lenny
Kill off killy
Think it’s time we come together on behalf of the name
Got to change the way we act for this to actually change
You know I, I, I can imagine it still
Blackhave
Suave to the grave, and we all getting paid
Vocation motel, it ain't a ho to be saved
And if your ass feel that way then you probably bitch-made
got shooters around me like Steve Kerr
Pockets got Georges & Benji's & Hamilton's Abrahams too, ain't no Kenny
But that ain't a diss that's my dawg
Floyd, and all my niggas
Who have fallen victim to this
Fuckin' broken ass system
We been talking about this shit and no one listens
So we gotta make them
Take two, if I had a lil' love
Yes ma'am, that's right
But I ain't done shit here
I got an old soul but I ain't got an old ear
So this time its bold
the cap
I'm at this party
And I'm here to rap!
I went to the party, a lonely MC
All the way from Avenue D
Lookin for Katie Cassidy
I noticed this guy was
would have called me out
And said, "You ripped off Bill Evans"
I asked the guys, "Who is this guy, anyhow?"
"It's Bill Evans," he said "One
miss you so) whoa - now I miss you so
I feel the wind around me certain it calls my name
the wispered way that you did now drowned out by the rain
Now
with sticks just to steal your joy
Curiosity kills, but I feel like George
Hope the police don't do me like Mr. Floyd
If I put my hands up
They go shoot
breath
Caused by nigga with a bullet proof vest
Goddamn
We been going through this forever goddamn
Black rain drops on my leather goddamn
Tear drops fall
what color I am
Because I'll show you how ill, this man can act
It could never be fiction cause it is all fact
And if you get in my way, I will not
I came with a warrant
My grill to her box I ain't got a George Foreman
I hit her right now and I hit it beforehand
Put me in her tops said she liked
naked is pure ecstasy
Yet we still get confused with sex
Worried about address
And all these genes got me hard pressed
Call me by your name
And you still
Old Ways
Guess I'm stuck up in my own ways
Family separated,
Make me miss the old days
Who really having motion
Niggas brag about they old plays
will forever remain
These are the ways I feel
Maybe I don't just find myself in a good mood sometimes
But a message from you each day keeps me in a real
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