In this house. in this mess. this night can only progress. one night. ten drinks. leaves him passed out under his sheets. young boy. hes found alone
You fell down. hes here to save the day. hes so sweet. wish i could say the same. every pocket couldnt hold the amount of tension she made. and all this
I'll take a fall, i'll take my only way out. i'll take all chances that i've got right now and i'll watch you trapped, watch you crying for your life
Like a vagrant to be hung, your face dropped fast because you're young. relight this sun. and watch these fuckers burn. you think i sing of hate... your
Nigga Daz and Z-Ro, knocking down your door) [Z-Ro] Motherfuckers don't wanna go to war Somebody might follow you home, and kill you in your garage
more So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a light to my smoke with a shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass
In a garage, beside a house, there is a luxury Sedan And for his next monthly installment, He's gonna go out with a bang! Boy who always did what he
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless Cuz he know Jay-Z departed And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages
of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses
rocks wishin i had my sack but I left it a Pak?s vape rips got me trippin shit I almost got lost walkin? up to my own crib comin from the garage but
Accendo l'abat-jour c'e un croissant sul cabaret guardo il mio carnet devo andare a Saint Tropez! Apro il garage prendo il peugeot bordeaux e piu comodo
You just talking, and I'm the big shit Without mentioning my hit list, for instance Color dunk show, got 'em all yo Got a different car, under each garage
neva thought dat little bush in dat baggy would have me hooked. I'm a pothead Everyone look and point ya fingaz at tha bad guy with da cotton mouths and glass
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas. (We make the world go round) Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers (We make the world go round) And tell the ballers pour glass
boy I'll break your neck boy I got niggaz that sherm it up and get wet boy we driving vets and bentley coupes boy I ain't lying check my garage, I tell
that work? what you think, yes i did, i didn't, actually that wasnt true and if you aspire to hustle thats a how-to to you [stem-thin glass tube used
