Pill or Something - Marcyana

You know how we be rockin' You heard Bright light shining all bright on the Bentley Whip the Cadillac, panoramic, no panties Old school Chevy '55 granddaddy Gotta throw some salt on it, 'cause you know I'm getting at it Throw the fork on it, then put it in traffic Throw the sauce on it, got it flying out of Dallas Hope you didn't do it to yourself, that's tragic Hope you didn't throw away what we established Hope you wouldn't turn your back on your family The way a nigga look 'round here, they'll back stab you Word from your motherfucking brother, young nigga I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna see you happy Coming through the cut like a known Grim Reaper 'Bout to get it straight finessed, tryna get a little cheaper Hold on to that clip like a doped up needle Girl, hang on that strip with a four Desert Eagle Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms And where ya mans at? Heard that the Feds got 'em I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side Gold Rolex, it'll take your peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday Tell them young niggas grind 'Fore you gon' knock someone down If they gon' shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Niggas true to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Had the Parkay jumping out the Pyrex High definition glass on my pinky finger Niggas swimming in the water, no paddle Niggas tryna walk in my shadow Bought a bird on the bezel, I'm a well known rebel Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella Told a young nigga Freeband, Roc-A-Fella You can turn this off and I can kick it acapella We work the frontstreet where mama said, "Don't go", we went there Trap house embalmed with that crack, then we went there Shawty don't fuck with these folks These niggas be telling these days, be telling these days Nothing but a bad little bitch in some red bottoms And where ya mans at? Heard that the Feds got 'em I seen you cruise the Land Rover through the west side Gold Rolex, it'll take your peripheral It's a full moon in the middle of the day Got them wolves out, rock a little Cartier Got the trap jammed packed like The Masquerade Know a few real ones ain't gon' see they next birthday Tell them young niggas grind 'Fore you gon' knock someone down If they gon' shoot, then shoot something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something We better hear 'bout this shit on the news or something Man down over yonder Young came through holding on the cane like a drummer They done took a boss out nigga, no wonder Niggas getting crossed out nigga, no wonder Hoes getting X'd out and we on ganja The police wanna talk, but we won't say nothing True to these clips, niggas won't say nothing Niggas true to these clips, niggas won't say nothing

Show me a bar with a good looking woman Then just get out of my way Turn on the jukebox I'll show you a song you should play Sooner or later, a few shots of bourbon I'll think of something to say Oh, I can take her or leave her But I'd like to take her away Liquor and music, a good combination If you got love on the brain I never knew two women who acted the same And some wanna drink first Some wanna just sit and talk Oh, it's two in the morning I'm running and she wants to walk Something's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain't free Love or something like, it's got a hold on me That's when I ask her My place or your place? I hope I'm not out of line I asked the wrong thing with just the right women this time She knew a hotel She even had a name we could sign Oh, the cheaper the grapes are The sweeter the taste of the wine Something's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain't free Love or something like, it's got a hold on me Something's got a hold on me It's cheap but it ain't free Love or something like, it's got a hold on me Love or something damn near like, it's got a hold on me

I, I, III, I, I, III, I am being haunted It's four o'clock in the morning And I'm sitting on my staaairs And there's bangin' round the bedroom even No one knows there's no one there And I am here all by myself And you're somewhere else with someone else And I am being haunted by a love that isn't there There is something in my house - my house It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair There is something in my house - my house I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs But you're not there I, I, III, I, I, III, I am being haunted I really gotta say it to ya Ya showed me a good tiiime But for every minute that you spent laugh There were hours that I criiied And I think about what might have been If I'd never met that wicked queen And my heart broke into pieces at midnight on Halloween There is something in my house - my house It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair There is something in my house - my house I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs But you're not there It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair There is something in my house - my house But you're not there I, I, III, I, I, III, I am being haunted And I am here all by myself And you're somewhere else with someone else And I am being haunted by a love that isn't there There is something in my house - my house It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair There is something in my house - my house I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs But you're not there It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair There is something in my house - my house It's just a ghost of a long long dead affair There is something in my house - my house I just keep a hearing you runnin' on up my stairs But you're not there