Lyrics:
kilt I go
All the lasses shout,
'Hello!
Donald, where's yer troosers?'
Well I was driving in my car
Went downtown to Kenny's Bar
Fifteen scotches, five
been ridin on my wave, now you seasick
Kick that, my mind is pitch black
Consumed by who's who and fashion switch backs
Y'all cap, man that shit straight
to me
Let me just do what I do
Leave me alone, man. Just pray for me
Loved my sinning
Living without no limits
Wickedness indiscriminate
Prison of my
No apologies whatever comes after this
Starving artist using hunger as my catalyst
My abdomen unraveling evangelistic eloquence
Delivered with
on the beat
Deal money made me legal
Put a check in the street
Put an X on my beef, a five by the sixty
I bang two times ten and
I fly out niggas' bitches
You
I just woke up
Roaches in the cabinet
Dreams of the red carpet
Feeling like Aladdin
Know I got in me
Got to make it happen
See my mama face
She say
We tried it all a second time
three, four, and five not learning from our past mistakes
A bit too late but right now I don't feel you at all
Yeah my
now I’m out here for a bargain
I was lost without a crown but now I’ve been found
With green inside my head and forces all around
I forced my shit down,
Uh My guy
My guy
Wassup bro
Wassup
Nothing much How u?
Chilling
Yo I can’t forget I got a new artist for u to check out
Ayyy what’s their name?
His
life on the line what else you want me to give
Even thinking that this war was wrong I move along
Just did my 3rd tour it's the same ole song
By the time
by the CL Smooth
Live for the '95 I arrive in person
Hard dialogue without a whole
Bunch of cursing
It's my prerogative, so back up and live
Fool
chili and keepin' it low.
Here jot down my info.
I'm five years ahead of the comp.
They use my work for they inspo.
My time is worth more than a clock.
My
can be
More than just friends
VERSE 2
I watched you walk your dog
I puckered up my lips
I went to follow you
I stopped and stepped in it
Out by
It rains for days
So you stay inside and lock your door
Cryin' all the time
Crying for, you don't know what for
You say, you're undone by his
not foggy
Ramón Mercader eventually got Trotsky
I'm watching Forza Bastia by Jacques Tati
And sit still stay on my solo and watch body
Seventh century
gritty)
I'm one of the five Horsemen, gimme twenty four hours to live
And I'll swell with a baked beans outta Boston
Proceed with caution, I'm about to wig
The God Of The SerExplainengeti
The lion king
I like that y'all consider me the bad guy
Big guns everywhere, bullets where I pass by
My blood’s
check it
Candy on the front of me pimp or die
Seein' I could mack without a try
One of the baddest whoever moaned, leave a DOA
My POA, is
insecurity
Torn between two realities
Stuck in a rut 9 to 5
Scared to death if I'll survive
Can I continue to chase my dreams
Or will it catch up to me
rare and you barely trip
This is not for the public, this is not for sale
I'm just recording my thoughts, make a wish in a well
I'mma cop me the V, rest
the last laugh
Bet you that my funerals packed
And the tune you all blast is my crew's shit
New shit or old it don't matter
Bold I get swole in the zone
Forever you and I and believe it was clear
If I ever should fall I could count on you with no fear
Runnin' out of time I see who's fake
Alone without
niggers no hu u be wit were u b at wen u be gone wen u b bk
all of my niggers got doc degress in thugonomatry we dnt no how to hold the heat properly
past
It's moving without me
Who doesn't want a machine so they can go back in time
I don't know
My time went by too fast
There's no one left but
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