Lyrics:
Sun comes up
Start the day
Lie in bed
Eyes half gazed
Snooze pressed
All that Jazz
Fitting in
Wreck with sins
To the moon
Attack wounds
Pendulum
to the boom
from the Wilbur Clark sky room
so raise your glass up to the boom
from the Wilbur Clark sky room
down the Vegas strip the big slipper spins
a new
myself, yeah, I did that
Big facts, big facts
Said fuck the other side and I meant that
Nigga you could die for your diss track
Fuck around and never
why
You take your girl
And multiply her by four
Now a whole lot of woman
Needs a whole lot more
Get yourself to the butterfly lounge
Find yourself a big
the time
It happens all the time
That's a big contradiction
Get your money on your mind
What, what, tell her I be on a chase
Chasin' for that paper and you
shit, looking straight gay
Now I ain't gonna pay, 'cause my name's on the guest list
Fuck your dress code, I'm dressed in fresh mode
And about
down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats the broken glass the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind
Massachusetts is a big state
But what if I saw you on the beltway
495, southbound to your place
Passed by Whittier Rehab on my way to work
So I quit
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck
Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip
Screamin' at my face, baby, don't
came to gain your support
Charge cash for a autograph
Say some shit to make your daughter laugh then slaughter the ass
See 'em on the big screen like
hope
So I tried to borrow all of yours
I don't wanna fuck it up
Don't wanna break down your door
I just wanna to turn it up
Cause I wreck it all
brand new like your cell
Smoking on glue residue on my nails
Time to excel I prove it myself
Yeah it's hard but it's cool tho
Big backwoods glass filled
Big girl, you are beautiful
Walks into the room
Feels like a big balloon
I said, 'Hey, girl, you are beautiful.'
Diet Coke and a pizza please
Diet
Pretty, but he don't tell you about it
Winter scarves and skirts of velvet
Still drink just like we did in school
I passed your old house down by
Pretty, but he don't tell you about it
Winter scarves and skirts of velvet
Still drink just like we did in school
I passed your old house down by
Pretty, but he don't tell you about it
Winter scarves and skirts of velvet
Still drink just like we did in school
I passed your old house down by
Niggas talkin' shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin' this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, 'cause
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere
that ass for tips at the titty bar
Broken glass everywhere!
Louder than a bomb shattered in in the air
Try to hold back your tears baby!
Wait a second,
steppers steppers steppers
Yea I fucking step
Reckless reckless reckless reckless
Yes I fucking wreck
Left it on read
Check up Instead
Mess up
You dead
Arm
of mind we shine and grind
Show you hospitality or put one up in your spine
[Chorus - 2x]
[D-Gotti]
Welcome to the purple world big cars, indo and cigars
when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo
Walks in to the room
See she's a big balloon
I said, 'Hey girls you are beautiful'
Red shoes red glasses please
Red glass going on my knees
Singing
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin through the screen do' (hey, let me in!)
(big daddy got a fifth of gin,
.jpg/200px-Poster_for_The_Nervous_Wreck_(1926).jpg "The Nervous Wreck")
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