Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
when I'm on, hear me? Hear me?
Saddest thing about it is they only pay attention and
They miss you when you're gone, hear me? Hear me?
Detained by two cops
Their energy fictitious
Looking for a victim
My car became her selection
Her mind was infected
You're brainwashed
You work for the man
I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get
wit niggas treat em like some pest
If she for everybody I could never sweat
It ain't a hundred nigga what you talking about
I wish these motherfuckers
Uh-huh, uh, ooh, damn, baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this? Ha, it's that Star Trak
Clipse (get down), So
Uh-huh, uh, ooh, damn, baby, shit
How you get all that in them jeans?
Nevermind that, you hear this? Ha, it's that Star Trak
Clipse (get down), So
Spinning the bottle
Let's get some tonight
Sit down by the fire
In the glow of the tree
You guys see the time now
It's a quarter past 3
Didn't have
a long time
The stick came with bark, but I take it off
Cause you know I want to see my dog shine
I'm a finessing fanatic, I'm sorry little baby
This how I
gone, faded all I'm seeing is green
Talkin' about my stacks of money too, not just the weed
Trash ass stoners green like Oscar the Grouch
How you talkin'
pissed it
never really works out the way that I had wanted
And I'm talking about life on the whole
It doesn't feel too right when you do not meet your
place
Don't fit in with you or you or you
Cus im out on my own
Independantly grown
Gettin older i groan
So british about the weather i moan
Pain in
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
me They had me at their mercy but you didn't let them hurt me liberated by your verdict I knew this was your doing no proof but certainty I needed you
Regardless, we hear
The same refrain
This is not the way
That you thought
It would turn out, did ya?
This is not the way
That you thought
It would turn out,
You was raised by a rat, that make you a mouse
Bagging up in the crib, I done trapped out the house
I told her I'm the biggest bird, he Oscar the Grouch
Counting up the green
They think I'm
Oscar the grouch
Bae I need my space
For a minute sleep on the couch
Pealing out these Jordan's
You'd think it was get
Talkin bout the system the police, homicide, D.E.A., F.B.I. all of them
Instead of putting it on all liquor stores in community
why don't you put it
you out
See where I'm from, it's the hardest motherfuckers come to party
All shermed out, so what's this really all about?
You gelled, cause this
the best and the vest couldn't help ya
Scream, if ya feel me, see it clearly?
You're too near me
Holla if ya hear me (hard)
Tellin' you to hear it
tell you things you don't wanna hear
But we good (don't worry 'bout it)
So when they talk about (they talk about it)
Just let 'em know we already got
couldn't take care of myself
Cause i was supplying all these fiend
What you thought
I thought a bitch really loved a nigga
I was blinded by the pussy
But now
You, you don't know
It's probably because of that blunt
Let's not forget, about organics bin
Let's not forget about trash day again
Let's not forget,
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