59 BGM

Damn bro Say what Aye Fresh Bro you trynna grab that pack of Swishers right there And that bag I got some gas in there bro You trynna pearl up a thoink for me Preciate that bro I got so much shit to do And I got so so little time A nigga stay in some shit or two I clean it up with a 59 (Finesse) I been puffing on guerilla glue Back to back like a thousand times I sit back and watch how he gone move If he act up he gone light the fire nigga light the fire Don't give a fuck bout what you say Got some plays to make undelay Move em fast like I'm Tyson Gay From the east coast to the Bay Bitches in the club is what I desire Fresh tonight don't fuck up my attire Why these bitches always lying And these hating niggas boutta light the fire Like what's up They say that I got the best luck They say that I got the best drugs I say I just got the best plug My plug make sure that I stay plugged See out of my crew I got plucked They saw that I wasn't in a rush And none of my niggas ain't give a fuck Day one I was in the lions den Had Barry juking for the lions then When I was introduced to Heinekens The bad bitches was like 5'10 But that really wasn't my type then And they really didn't care about height then But my nigga really was my hype man A dark nigga acting light skinned Fucked her so good she say she love me Fucked her so good she wanna cuff me That's just a mood, yes it must be Look at my shoes, they never dusty Then she pulled out a whole bag of midget I told her to leave and delete my digits Thinking why wasn't you in the kitchen Give me a second, better yet a minute I got so much shit to do And I got so so little time A nigga stay in some shit or two I clean it up with a 59 (Finesse) I been puffing on guerilla glue Back to back like a thousand times I sit back and watch how he gone move If he act up he gone light the fire nigga light the fire Light it up, light it up, light it up Light it up, light it up, light it up Spark it Light it up, light it up, light it up Light it up, light it up, light it up Spark it Spark it Spark it

I've been living with a curse Combing through the pages of my youth There's a million soggy miles Soaking through the soles of my shoes And I've been staying up all night I don't give a damn to sleep anymore My eyelids are heavy But my dreams don't sing like before And I apologize a thousand times for holding up the show I always had the words, but they don't quite know where to go You said give me one good reason, now give me 20 more Oh, don't give yourself away to settle someone else's score I got the guiltiest conscience Listening for a savior on a Saturday night I got my ear to the ground You got Easter Sunday in your eyes And I apologize if I seem a little overwhelmed I'm thirsty, but the holy keep on pissing in my well I had a purpose and a song that was true But I ain't ever had a lick of sense when it comes to you So try to be patient, try to understand I'm a child, trying to do the work of a man My pockets are empty, I don't own a thing But I'd take a diamond from the sky And put it in your ring

Well I wonder which song they're gonna play when we go I hope it's something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow When we float out into the ether into the everlasting arms I hope we don't hear Marley's chains we forged in life 'Cause the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life And the chains I've been hearin' now for most of my life Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? And I wonder, were you scared when the metal hit the glass? See I was playing a show down the road when your spirit left your body And they told me on the front lawn, I'm sorry I couldn't go But I still know the song and the words and her name and the reasons And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang And I know 'cause we were kids and we used to hang Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Well they ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Ain't supposed to die on a Saturday night Did you hear the '59 sound Coming through on Grandmama's radio? Did you hear the rattlin' chains In the hospital walls? Did you hear the old gospel choir When they came to carry you over? Did you hear your favorite song One last time? Young boys, young girls Young boys, young girls

Tryna keep numbers up We youngin on coming up What to do when we have so many hating on Us jus coz am on up Problems gon double up Am fiesty ill wreck it up One shot, two shots, three shots Feeling so cold in the winter Bitch she be freaking Shes tripping on whisky She's feeling Bitch ama youngin Feeling my song and am kickin Pull up in civic We cruising at night in the city Bring me the henny Am popping the Molly we singing I'll run it gain run it gain Coz am the baddest Don't try to test me Coz am the maddest Foot on the gas And am speeding am maddest Buck down your stories coz It was the saddest Tryna keep numbers up We youngin on comin up What to do when we have so many hating on Us jus coz am on up Problems gon double up Am fiesty ill wreck it up One shot, two shots, three shots Feelin so cold in the winter Bitch she be freaking Shes tripping on whisky She's feeling Bitch ama youngin Feelin my song and am kickin Pull up in civic We cruising at night in the city Bring me the henny Am popping the Molly we singing Tryna keep numbers up We youngin on comin up What to do when we have so many hating on Us jus coz am on up Problems gon double up Am fiesty ill wreck it up One shot, two shots, three shots Feeling so cold in the winter