I was just waiting for your phone call When they came along to say That a rose done chased you clear away You had said I was gamine But we didn't mean
Some folks say that life is just a veil of tears Not me man, I can't pack enough into these years I don't care if it's spring, summer, winter or fall
I live in a cake The one that I make Don't wanna hear About my mistakes This is the chance I take I live in a cake The one that I make Try not to worry
Oh Lord I feel fine today Walking on cloud nine today I'm over that line today Happiness is finally mine today I guess I'm just a lucky guy Here I'm
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy
CHORUS: I'm drunk as fuck and as soon as i catch this train we gone twist up anotha one then we gone smoke again (
Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron
I see the way you move your hips the way you shake your ass and you lick your lips like fuck high school she rather go to the club get drunk and get fucked
Shes the brightes Ive ever seen Brightest Ive ever know Shines like 22" crome (shes a missing piece in my life) Like a 24 carrot ring that needs a stone
[INTRO] n tha function mess be stuntin. some of these niggas like messy frontin. till mess come bak wit a Sp sumthin n put led in yer cheast n stomache
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That joint is hot, baby Lights, camera, action, hold up You know my style, I been blowed up Paper was young, now it's growed up Stacks so thick it's
Cut the cake Give me a little piece, let me lick up the cream Cut the cake I need a little piece, baby, you know what I mean Cut the cake Give me a little
People staring at me as they wheel me Down the ramp towards my plane The war is over for me I've forgotten everything except the pain Thank you sir and
You told all your friends "He's someone I'll regret" He's out there setting fires To the demons in his head Once you called it perfect love You now call