How could I be so sinful? Slidin´ in that Avis, boy, we know you in a rental How could I speak such blasphemy? I know these drugs are bad for me Rock star only half of me Every night she comin´ back to me Put her through some misery and agony, insanity, no battery My pictures on her vanity, I´m really him, reality So naturally, I flatter me Got a gang, gang, gang mentality Call a bitch too much profanity Said, "Bitch ass nigga" right back to me Had make up sex, then I took it out on her Leave it inside, I ain´t take it out on her Told me next mornin´, I´m the certified owner
Steppin´ outside with a real big blower I be with the real weed grower Nigga, you ain´t even no real weed smoker Rolls Royce truck, I don´t need no chauffeur Grandma died and I still need closure
Before I lay me down to sleep I roll a blunt and think That if I die before I wake Who gon´ show up to my wake? And what will await me when I reach Heaven´s gates?
Savin´ grace, savin´ grace This feels like Ave Maria Say, say less The less I know the better
Blissful, I stay blissful VVS, a wrist full V.I.P., the list full Hittin´ them corners in the rental Whip it like Gran Turismo (Skrr) I be livin´ life unfearful I was never like other people, ooh-ooh
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