Over again Your fumbling to make amends Just let it go Now it's in the way that you shake your head at me Now it's in the way that you make your bed
Translation: Self. It All Comes Out In The Wash.
that 1-2 gauge put them in the box, in the grave broke, cut it or weed it how yall bum bitches conceited? please! washed up careers they pleaded face it
washed up, you washed up It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga And we don't play no game Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit, nigga
investigated, self educated All my co-conspirators catching cases I got straight out of college and I made it at home ? But believe I got the balls to clear up all
all of her clothes The devil came and whisper in her ear See there old lady Look at all you done for that boy and now he about to throws you out the
flow like a stream Nah Mean Mek you feel like you living in a dream Nah Mean It come to the crop man a cream Nah Mean It come to discipline man a Dean
I've got a little bit of thunder Trapped inside of a cloud The dog in you Spit me out into the mississippi Oh mississippi Come and wash my pain away Oh mississippi Come
down deep, deep, digging it Deep in the darkness, digging it deep down, down, down, down digging it Deep in the darkness, digging it deep, digging it digging it, digging it
little self centered But I, see I want to be All of the things you are to me Surely surely you can see {Is it really necessary for me to go out of the
it's like to feel inadequate? And the future ahead has no place for you As if you ever thought it did& Alone in my shell, if I come out I'll die I don
it down to this moment Cause : you want it you want it you got it you got it if you taste it if you need it if you waste it go chase it hammer and tongues
, give me your neck And I'll put a knife on it Some say it's slippery when wet But my roll got ice on it It's all about supply and demand It's all about
footstep My bones were frozen Penniless and entirely out of breath I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough But through it all
of purples and reds The still waters of my welcome end The clouds of grey come overhead A storm will hunt me down And rip the guts out of my body Then
your murdered soul You can wash it all down, swallow your story Get smacked off your head, go down in drum roll glory You won't solve it, committing self
hoe I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass, baby But don't be acting all saditty with class baby You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you So
