Had a conversation about your frustration
Don't want to love a local sensation
d*** I'm sorry son
Drove out to Vegas courtesy of Cuervo
The next 24 hours went by in slow mo
I just want to go home
The turtle and the shovel the hope he came mine
That's the best memory I have from when I was age nine
Now I found God and him relaxes me
You know I tried to love you
But I couldn't get through
It all came to an end with my little brother's friend
And since you there's been quite a few
The thrills, the life, the wind,
your eyes, the this, the that, the holy c***,
It's just like,
Raking leaves on a blacktop
The first time I saw a dead body
It was the summer of 1980
I knew that he could see me looking down on him
Taking all the s***
All the people that are still missing him
I had a dream last night that I became you
But my feet stayed the same they were too big for your shoes
But what could I do
Can't remember who was there when I first shaved my hair,
Got a tattoo next to Washington square
d*** ghetto flight of stairs
Screaming at papa, searching for rhymes
Wanda screaming how many times can two people cry
Oh you know we'll give it a try
d*** the gate into the dub sack
So I got rolled, couldn't even get my stack
Put your clothes on your in a parking lot
Go ahead take the first shot boss you know that I've got your back
The gun, the knives, the wind
Your eyes, the this, the that, the holy c***
It's just like,
Raking leaves on a black top
The thrills, the life, the wind
Your eyes, the this, the that, the holy c***
It's just like,
Raking leaves on a blacktop.
Don't want to love a local sensation
d*** I'm sorry son
Drove out to Vegas courtesy of Cuervo
The next 24 hours went by in slow mo
I just want to go home
The turtle and the shovel the hope he came mine
That's the best memory I have from when I was age nine
Now I found God and him relaxes me
You know I tried to love you
But I couldn't get through
It all came to an end with my little brother's friend
And since you there's been quite a few
The thrills, the life, the wind,
your eyes, the this, the that, the holy c***,
It's just like,
Raking leaves on a blacktop
The first time I saw a dead body
It was the summer of 1980
I knew that he could see me looking down on him
Taking all the s***
All the people that are still missing him
I had a dream last night that I became you
But my feet stayed the same they were too big for your shoes
But what could I do
Can't remember who was there when I first shaved my hair,
Got a tattoo next to Washington square
d*** ghetto flight of stairs
Screaming at papa, searching for rhymes
Wanda screaming how many times can two people cry
Oh you know we'll give it a try
d*** the gate into the dub sack
So I got rolled, couldn't even get my stack
Put your clothes on your in a parking lot
Go ahead take the first shot boss you know that I've got your back
The gun, the knives, the wind
Your eyes, the this, the that, the holy c***
It's just like,
Raking leaves on a black top
The thrills, the life, the wind
Your eyes, the this, the that, the holy c***
It's just like,
Raking leaves on a blacktop.