Sourbelts

All on them lips just like gloss All of them pictures I lost All of them fingers I crossed All of them wishes I tossed in the well I need a ride from my pops I need to buy some eye drops Peace of mind Piece of pie Can't even sleep I cyclops quite a lot Blind folding origami Order sushi Pouring sake out Gorgeous view from the roof More Confucius from your cottonmouth Easter eggs turning rotten now Throwing toilet paper Porta-potty mouth Made the morning paper Can't afford to save a single cent Counting every second like they sang for Rent Momma say I don't know how to act Over my shorty crib after school Keys jingle, Kris Kringle out the back Never understood How a fat nigga made it down the chimney in the first place My first taste of lust Came laced inside a Honey Dutch We was watching Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup Can't lose my mojo Brain was too loco I'm bangin' with Weezy The pain in his vocals remind me of Stevie I'm steaming like Coco It's almost a quarter to three Do you still got the quarter for cheap? Why blame it on my maker? Won't save me from my nature, yeah Won't shade me from this rainfall, wooh A clean slate that's all I've prayed for East side boy got the streets hot I could fry an egg on the block when Police out Birds flock to me like a Peacock Bass make her feel the trunk shake from the tree tops Never got TLC from the radio heads But I see 'em on the creep now And a whole lotta folk wanna reach out Last we spoke It been long as a beach towel-mm Kitchen hot but I can't chicken out Fuck it I hatch me a plan I'm smoking that sacreligious with the fam We might go sacrificial for the lamb I might go trade my master for a diamond chain If I die in vain Pray it's private plane Know some living legends in a lot of pain Tears tattooed It's a crying shame (God damn) Why blame it on my maker? Won't save me from my nature, yeah Won't shade me from this rainfall, wooh A clean slate that's all I've prayed for