grow and I need to go. I need some space. I need to erase all the thoughts of you that were put in this place. All the things that are now dead and gone, for
to grow and I need to go. I need some space. I need to erase all the thoughts of you that were put in this place. All the things that are now dead and gone, for
better than me Big car, big house, big dreams are things my life won?t see Too shy or too bold or too nice or too cold Or always looking at a half empty
better than me Big car, big house, big dreams are things my life won't see Too shy or too bold or too nice or too cold Or always looking at a half empty
ll have niggas blast ya up Take my advice, don't let ya peoples grass ya up I got a fetish for the chips 20's for the six Hollows for the clips Try me
choose and take And in a couple years You're right I'm left With a great big heartache So deep and wide That no matter what I stuff inside It's empty
em out's the best release and get some rest Carrie don't wait up for me the brakeman's going West [Chorus] In this room all alone I dream of you In this
figures get ready for the Rogue Dogs, told ya'll we seperatin yo jaw fuckin yo hoes dog lickin toes, balls makin mutha fuckin clothes fall OH! You mutha
rolled deep, niggas and hoes on dick cause that's his screwed up click. Ball baby [x3] I sip that big moe, I drink dat pimp c. Rest in peace big moe,
sip that Big Mo, I drink that Pimp c Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C I sip that Big Mo, I drink that pimp c Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in
it And I damn sure wouldn't waste my time tellin you something that'll hurt you Its your fault for anything if you done stand for something thats for
ain't nothing to it Snatch ya chains Splatter brains Acting like they knew it Regime the new team Kill for the cash green Split spleens to crush dreams Empty
was dying I'm finally back in the world And it's hard but I'm still trying Not to fall and risk my freedom Again trying to ball While waiting for this
something that wouldnt work and i wouldnt damnwaste my time telling something that would hurt you But you would fall for anything If you dont stand for something But thats for
Hey, Kool-Aid and frozen pizza It's a work of art, I ain't talking Mona Lisa Dream of rocking crowds See me filling up arenas This weed got me laughing
none Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none Scared money don't make none It was all a dream, it was all a dream I used to fantasize
for food, will I die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks
