Lyrics:
tidy floors, more applause
You've been here all the time
Like it or not, like what you got
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil)
Yes, deep in
tidy floors, more applause
You've been here all the time
Like it or not, like what you got
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil)
Yes, deep in
tidy floors, more applause
You've been here all the time
Like it or not, like what you got
You're under the soil (the soil, the soil)
Yes, deep in
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
just stuck wasn't having no motion
Brand new whip I'ma drive it like its stolen
All in her mouth now she call me Mick Foley
Niggas down bad they aint
I swear...
I done met a few women in my life
None of them were ever my Mrs Right
You’ve been there
And this feeling is rare
It’s like a fairytale
We
if you've got a weak mind, you knows it, stay safe, look after yourself,
GLC, you knows it........
soon as you see the colours, you're there,
Jubilee don't need Oysters
But phone me, I'm on line
I gave a roley to my right hand
No I ain't bored but I'm passing time
Time! if we ain't got cars we'll
And reconstruct the constitution with the stuff that they want
Economy and freedom, say goodbye to it
Basic civil rights denial, pay the price stupid
To keep my
what you started Bruh
You couldn't do it right, so I did it right
And when I hit it, I didn't even dim the lights
I got new bitches
Talking bout a few
right at me
You've always loved and protected me
Even though I have a disability
You never ever ever gave up on me (Yeah)
You got me all the help I need
you looking for or looking at now
You ain't got what you gotta shake
Caught it on the sidewalk fake
I gets down, further digging down
Hurt for
the suitcase it's time for business
Fresher than a kid first day after Christmas
I'm living right I ain't tryna go to prison
Never text bout what you doing cause
Shit alright
What else yeah nah I can say mad bullshit
But maybe not right now like I got to get like
It has to be natural like more natural
I got
rep
Is it nique n cyn, or you got sumn better boutta step
Kill threat, no sweat, still mobbin next bet
New test, fuckin killer mindset
Feel like
on lil bro name no I ain't cool with that
Claiming that you got it tryna follow where my movements at
We tactic uhh
Bro nem spinnin, lurking, purging, mask
peeing into a bowl, I don’t hit the seat
Uh, man, I really like this beat
I got a new computer, its uh, pretty nice
I think that I, uh, should buy some new
fuck the kid but ain't got nun' to show for it
Bloody Goyard that's a checky
This bad Ethiopian gave me becky (I swear to god)
You see the way I
of reason
Now fast forward to couple years later
Where the story takes another turn
I got sucked in by a poor little gal
With a hard luck story of her own
It
the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta come together we gotta fight for life
Fred Durst:
Somebody
sad
Think about the lives they would've had
Think about the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta
had
Think about the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta come together
We gotta fight for life
had
Think about the orphan babies got no moms and dads
How can we sit back and not try to make it right
We gotta come together
We gotta fight for life
And the kid spilled juice
On my Mom's new cushion
I turned around and
Another kid broke the lamp
(I hope they weren't expensive)
They got them from
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