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The primal question of any village What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other? 'Cause if I love her then I'll try to leave I'll just suffocate and struggle while she tries to breathe Her naked beauty's no excuse, that's all my eyes can see You ain't no hoe, you know the go, so who you tryna be? Or are you playing hide and seek? If you're lost then I'll be finders keep I spend this money on three flights a week Just to do these shows, smoke dro' on this road All while we light this weed And life's a bitch, that's all that I believe But maybe there's a lot to see Hidden visions that our minds can be Something greater, maybe I'm 'bout my paper Maybe I never found that I'm drowning just like the laker Ballin', until I meet my maker, I fuck her later But love's a pain that I'm addicted to I rub this lamp and call this genie, make the wish for you This perfect portrait, I could paint this if I pictured you I'm reminiscing 'bout what bitches do Baby, I'm the man All I know is never cry, get high, and then I fake my grit Even god knows that Blakey sins, that be when this pain begins And if you're broken then I'll take you in Don't try to save me miss, please don't try to save me miss For real though I'm sick and tired of these fuckin' hoes I graduated like a fucking pro I went from three girls in one week to having three at a time Yeah what you fucking know? I'm Gladiator girl, I'm Russell Crowe Take me off your block list Please pick up your fucking phone My life has meaning when we're not alone Now it seems you're leaving and you're sleeping with bitches That smell of new cologne I think it's Gucci when she wants to bone Give it to her real good, real good, real good Don't gotta tell me this feels good I see this in your face girl, I feel this in your bones I could be this empty space, let me get you in your zone Let me get you all alone Let me get you all alone Let me get you in your zone I got money on my mind, won't you save me? All these women in my life make me crazy Ha, yeah Love is hard, so find somebody worth it Or else you'll have the hardest times to find somebody perfect So many nights we kept on trying when no line was working Chill was losing sleep throughout the night, but now he's rising early I feel like these days the fake is real, all that's real is fake Twenty racks on clothes, still don't own no real estates If you got the drive, they cut you off to see you break The devil told me take a sip, I said I need a taste, I crave for it I'm living in this big town Bitches doing cocaine while they listening to Chris Brown but I got my big doink and I'm listening to Big Earl They taking big L's so please tell me when this switch round Life is like a gift, that's why they call it presence I could smell success, I know that timing's of the essence I've lost count of all the times that I would count the seconds Cause i've noticed that this time is slower when my mind is stressing In the streets we never see emotions I keep it deep inside my mind, it's like a deeper focus You don't know about my life and all this weed I've smoked And what's the point of cheap affection, fuck it girl I needs devotion She poured another cup She said, "I dare you to sit It fucks you up, my dog, I dare you to flip" It make me wanna buy a pistol just to stare at this grip It's like my bitches, like I'm scared to commit I swear to god you only get what you give Get what you give But at the same time we gotta get it how we live Pass it round like a spliff Take a breath and breathe it in Yeah, yeah, we need an ounce of this shit And they consume with all this hate, I be stupid to relate How the fuck we disconnected from our friends, the human race? When my mind is filled with silence, I use music to escape 'Cause us real men we go to work to try put food up on the plate We punch the clock, screaming, "Fuck the cops" I be riding through my city until something pops When the buds are fully flowered, we collect the crops Fuck the enemies, the masters, and invest in stock 'Til your moneys coming down It's coming down Be careful of this karma girl, it's coming round And I'ma get so high that I ain't coming down Fuck, I think my girl is coming now Aw yeah, real talk, love to come
Writer(s): Blake James Turnell, Jerry Noriega Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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