Текст песни
people always ask the same question
and 7 black trash bags of aluminum
then wake up in the morning like what the fuck?
I remember chuggin busch and i d keep the can, if you only knew how i m stressing
But i look like my gramps when he fell in the plants, losy why always so high, people always ask the same question
and my wela didn t think it was funny
wrap the boy in a sheet
in the club i be tryna dance
but i look like my gramps when he fell in the plants
With that girl jackie, losy why you always so high
That s what it costed, south park freestyler
Some sad some happy, not a barker or growler
In the club i be tryna dance, no more broke mon
In the club i be tryna dance, in the game with no ref SPM, you would surely understand why
right across the street while she laid on the sofa
My enemies gon catch it like the flu, south park freestyler
Eyes bloodshot, but if i get sleepy
2 hours later, i guess i can honestly say that life sucks
But will bury a fouler, but the scars never quite die
Then wake up in the morning like what the fuck?, driving down martin luther king very slow SPM, lord help me
Gotta stay on my toes so i don t do bars, my girl from london called me a cheating bastard, no more broke mon
Make more bread than a deli, and i get so much head up in h-town nightclubs
Not a barker or growler, no more broke mon
then wake up in the morning like what the fuck?
Some sad some happy, i meet a fan and be trippin how they squeeze my hand
Shootin pool at the thug spot, losy why you always so high, while my cousin at the war tryna help the iraqi
south park freestyler
As i roll another blunt out this ounce i m blessed with, with that girl jackie, not a barker or growler
The world show me more fuckin love than a slow song, my best friend s daughter got shot in a drive by thank god she lived, nigga might put it in a peanut butter and jelly
While my cousin at the war tryna help the iraqi, but will bury a fouler
If you only how i m stressing, people always ask the same question
Gotta stay on my toes so i don t do bars, i put my jewelry in my pocket and i head to my teepee
moonlight howler
my enemies gon catch it like the flu
If you only knew how i m stressing, you would surely understand why SPM, if you only how i m stressing
All i had was a stupid gun, but will bury a fouler, my best friend s daughter got shot in a drive by thank god she lived
Crib was a mil, my enemies gon catch it like the flu People, right across the street while she laid on the sofa
Tight fist around the clip, my girl from london called me a cheating bastard SPM, my girl from london called me a cheating bastard