Correction Paroles You Need to Hear par QUADRY

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Lazy eyes lookin'
That boy, Quad
One shot, not bitten
Hollywood signs
I can see it when I'm gettin'
Snapple, blunts
Long way from home
Kick my soul then I'm gone
I ain't even got my dawgs
Just men full of straw
But this all that I want
b*t*hes' "oohs" and the "ahhs"
f**k it, yellow brick street
One of them roads I can park
Now I'm in it waist deep
Tyrese never comin' home

Pick myself back up, dust my ass straight off
Came a long way
Still feelin' lost (lost)

Pick myself back up show my ass, show my ass
Came a long way
Still feelin' (still feelin')

I thought leaving would fix it, man, I swear I really did
Back home I had a hole and a hunger I had to fill
Swallow my pride just to record
Had to resort to the grill
Took two songs, one summer
Strange numbers on the cell
Strange fruit, what's the deal?
I wanna own what I keep
I wanna keep what I kill
I wanna hush all the sheep
Rub lotion on her skin,
Be in it balls deep
Stand tall, give clinics all week
Twenty summers keep it runnin'
You can get to know me, I turned nothin' into somethin'
N****s watch me, so they know
Young Usher been burnin'
My cousins was ushers, always got to choir late
Never practiced, Iverson out the gate
It all feel like another life
So I'm calling it Ruff this take

Pick myself back up, dust my ass straight off
Came a long way
Still feelin' lost (lost)

Pick myself back up show my ass, show my ass
Came a long way
Still feelin' (still feelin')
(x2)

Kick it, Messi on the field
Me and my n****s, and them figures on me
Sittin' sideways, thinkin' 'bout them days

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