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							last seen almost 4 years ago pepehands
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							aws this guy doesnt comment song lyrics anymore </3
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							What's worse the pain or the hangover
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							Why can't I feel anything? Quit tweakin' but I might start poppin' pills again.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							I hate you, I love you.   I hate that I love you.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							Put it in drive, I'll be outside, I'll be on the way
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							So I ball so hard motherf*ckers wanna fine me.  But first n*ggas gotta find me.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							Never would've thought you'd be the one, I got a home.  But that's the way it goes.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							Prince of Stride is pretty damn good. Can't believe I haven't watched it before.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							Thank God I never abide by the established.  Guidelines that keep n*ggas inside of fabrics.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							Something bad is 'bout to happen to me.  Why I feel this way I don't know maybe.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							I wanna see you girl.  I wanna please you girl.  Go ahead and be you girl.  Can’t wait to see you girl.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							It could've been right but I was wrong.  Only think 'bout you when I'm alone.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							But I think that I'm done trippin', I'm trip-trippin'.  I've been sippin', that's how I control.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
	
							
								
	
	
	
		
		
			
			
				
					
						
						
						
						
						
							Sometimes I wanna roll or stay at home.  Walking contradiction, guess I’m factual and fiction.
						
					 
					
				 
			 
		 
	
							
						
					 
				 
				
			 
		 
	
	
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