Late 808

You can cry but you’ll still die

They’ll be no tears in the end

This is the end of us

Sleeping with the moon and the stars

I know where you’ve been, oh

You can see the sun

Let me into your heart

Oh, this ain’t no bullshit

I really love you, girl

Modern day Bonnie and Clyde what they named us

‘Cause when we pull up (prr prr) all angles

I don’t love ’em, I don’t chase ’em I duck ’em

Exotics and low riders front my house I dreamed about it

Now all I do walk out my front door and I see I got it

I used to dream about it, I can’t believe I got it

I guess all I’m saying anybody could be somebody

A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your dreams

A price on an idea, we never can agree

They tell you what to know, but it’s better to believe

So why you tryna act like what you never gonna be?

What’s beef? Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep

Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep

Beef is when I see you

Guaranteed to be in ICU

you wasn’t with me shootin’ in the gym

When I see your face

There’s not a thing that I would change

‘Cause you’re amazing

Just the way you are

Summer, summer, summertime

Time to sit back and unwind

There’s a party, going on

All the girls they welcome to the Yacht Club

I tried to drink it away

I tried to put one in the air

I tried to dance it away

I tried to change it with my hair

We all self-conscious, I’m just the first to admit it

Got me breathing with dragons

I’ll crack the egg in your basket you bastard

I’m Marilyn Manson with madness

Now just imagine the magic I light to asses

Don’t ask for your favorite rapper

(He dead) Yessir

it ain’t all about wealth as long as you make a note to…

Express yourself

Come on and do it

It’s kind of easy when you listen to the G’d-up sound

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride

No strings attached like velcro sneaks, iight?

So much for being sober, I hope that you can forgive me

But Momma, I’m close to the edge as possible

Now put your hands up to the sky

Until the day in that we die

And we’ll be here all evening

G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend

And confidence is a stain they can’t wipe off

Ah, from mi stand up inna volcano sound

Den mi bun di ganja pipe

Babylon come an tell mi dat naw right

Mi say mi bun it an pass it on da right

Dearly beloved

We are gathered here today

To get through this thing called life

Apply the pressure with the VVS’

Spending tomorrow’s money, I call it mañana

Off the rack just ain’t my style, I call it designer

This hit, that ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer, that white gold

This one, for them hood girls

Them good girls, straight masterpieces

Stylin’, wilin’

Livin’ it up in the city

Got Chucks on with Saint Laurent

Gotta kiss myself I’m so pretty

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

(Because I’m happy)

Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do

See a block away from Lueders Park, I seen the El Camino parked

In her heart she hate it there, but in her mind she made it where

Nothing really matters, so she hit the back seat

Rosa Parks never a factor when she making ends meet

I was broke last week but, today be a new day

That girl is a real crowd pleaser

This is ten percent luck

Twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure

Fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

Yeah, we knucking and bucking and ready to fight

She was playin’ hard to get, I read between her lines

Binge watched “Sopranos”, made it all the way to season five

You ain’t heard of me then you should go and get a Blue’s Clue?

Oops! I mean a red clue

Wayne’s here, Soo-woo!

I keep a house full ….., call me Bob Saget