where you have to roll candy or you die descending, my mind goes back into reality to some, having candy paint is just a fantasy custom leather everywhere you
cry You should be glad (You should be happy) You should be glad (You should be happy) You should be glad (You should be happy) You should be glad (You
let the games commence We gotta take our power back And use it in ways that make sense Oh, tears falling down on me Oh, tears falling down on me If
look back She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back She can take the dark out of the night time And paint the daytime black You
So you light a dog end smoke And you're laughing as you choke And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin Do you remember what you came here for
Satan's hand, look see for yourself You'd know it if I had, that shit don't come off I'll rise and fall, let me take credit for both Jump off a cliff
comes back Keep your head high, keep your back stiff I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift Party on the graveyard shift Party on the graveyard shift You
you know, I'm not one, for complaining. But I love the way you roll Excuses off the tip of your tounge, As I (slowly) slowly, quietly, slowly, fall apart
of you scream my name and i can't rip out anything else you said i heard what you said i loved what you said when you said it to me you sing sing me
to ya. And if you wanna try to fall in love, It's going to take a little time, And i won't budge for a minute now. You've got to slow yourself on down
, what you got? You got a daughter, son? What you got? Ha ha yeah, you know what, that's the good weed You know what? I have a fucking daughter, you understand
shit You get outta line, we'll kill you quick See, a 3rd ward nigga don't play that shit You get outta line we'll kill you quick Vettes, vipers, trucks
Pass So you can kiss my ass Oh you didn't know? You must have missed the class [Murs] It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines Hit Elements on Sunday
back Strength in you to pull me out down to the last barrel Why the fuck you lookin' through the barrel? George the Animal kick ass for the annual You
for the cheddar I carry that llama Stack it in the winter so I shine this summer Yeah, what you really know about that? I come like self bring a little back You
with a fuckin hoe get he fuckin money like it aint funny take out a bank account like some damn magic, what the hell happened dont take my talkin for
that you move, don't hold back, baby, do what you do You make a nigger go, ooh, how the hell do women get as fine as you? I'm trying to holla at you,
when I skate, boulevard I'ma break Everybody paper chase, on the grind for that green I'ma shine for myself, I'ma shine for my team Puffing pounds of that green, you