Clyde Carson I'm on歌词

bring em out - clyde carson yeah i won't deny it i'm a straight rider baby, wanna fuck with me? on a late night, she just wanna creep on her boyfriend, she just wanna cheat top down blunt lit, cup full fast lane turn, got us and off the half lane wor

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Aye, treat me like a king, I desire to be pappin' Came too far to be living like Samta Rarebre Gettin' pussy on campus, told me when she see me "Can't wait to turn cash in carefree" Effortless, I don't live by Clide, Clide wreck the shit Really,

Don't try to keep me alive Start planning out the funeral Sit me down in the hospital There's nothing left to revive There's nothing left inside of me Mark my words, I'm gone for good Can you hear me, anybody? My hopes drove home without me in the ca

I'd say it's still early on in the game, And I'm already running away, ashamed to be afraid. Wait, what about the things I had to say? You can't just take it all away from me. It's my life, so I decide. I swear I could of spun the world around while

Your foreshadowing failure, i see it on your face you're playing with fire, burning everything. with a riot on the inside, how do you sleep at night? I'm tired of holding on so tight if i could only find a way to save you from all your mistakes numbe

I don't know where it comes from I don't know where it goes But clearly it's going, gone It's time to let it Time to move on A friend went to Paris And even if it rains there Going somewhere is better than nowhere I don't know where it comes from Whe

[e 40] i was goin thru some east the otha day i ran across this/ i said to myself this jammin i couldnt resist/ my folks was like this ? who produced this/ my potna ? off of a beer and a spliff/ [jammin]this beat ull make ya lungs collapse/ whatever