dinner wit some dessert? Uh uh She talkin' 'bout this phone number she found Ain't gimme time to put my bags down, she straight up clownin' Before we end up
won't slip up, Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (
, Pablo, Pablo} Man I was just one of the ones That always wounded up in the midst of something Stayed in trouble if I won't fuckin' up I love, to bring the pain Growing up
You can't relate to my motherfucking homies That's why they listen to the one and only I grew up on the funk called P But these motherfuckers growing up
Being keyed durin' a high speed but still don't tap the B.B.'s I'm D.D., Dru Down, baby Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up Or ya
some muthafuckin' collard greens Burn one, smoke some, who got tha blunts, blazin' one Lift it in ya hand, then raise 'em up, light 'em up, take a puff
up On any porch I hang, smokin' all sources dank from Jimmy Shwagger to Cambud and I'm chasin' Jim Beam We keep stallin' until my time's up Line up
I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you And I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more To be the man who walked a 1,000 miles To fall down
Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling Yeah, they keep on falling Yeah, they keep on falling, falling, falling
swan) So keep it within, delight as your garden grows And the man up in the moon is shining Good fortune down on me And the man up in the moon is shining
I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles To fall down
Call me a faggot 'cuz I hate a pussy Man the fuck up sissy g's pull your car and just freeze up Put your hoes down, shady ease up Man, chill, nah I can
do (Damn) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh, thank you) You know you blew up when
't grow here anyway This rolling stone don't wanna gather no moss When the grass starts growin' I'll be on my way I gotta be walkin' on new grass... The next time up
night I dreamed that I was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls
Right between the eyes baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that They tell Little girl you fell You grew up where young girls they grow up
singing And never play music again You'd call me a fool If I grabbed up a top hat And ran out to flag down the wind And I'd have to be weird To grow