Well old Bob hasn't got much but he values his boots He values the time he spends growin' flowers He still loves his babies that grew to be men He recalls all the days 'n' nights and the hours When he and his woman worked on the land In the heat and the dry, in the cold and the wet He still picks her a rose and his old heart still races She's still the most beautiful girl that he's met And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He's got wrinkles from smiling, he feels lucky and free And he knows what it means to live here in the sunshine He's got wrinkles... He walks with Amelia down to the store With a little cane basket for the bread and the daily Sun Still hand in hand like babes in the meadows And young faces turn Love is so beautiful, it can be so deep And a man is a king when he has his own princess Bob wears no crown, no long flowing robe But there in his mind he still rides on his black stallion Then a cold winter came, and Bob was alone His beautiful princess had flown with the angels He faded so quickly, the man became old And the wandering dew soon covered the roses First just a cane, then a strong stick for walking Then just a chair with a grey old man dying All that he lived for was always beside him So Bob left in peace, to join his lady And you ask is he happy... and you ask is he happy...? He had wrinkles from smiling He felt lucky and free And he knew what it meant to live here in the sunshine He had wrinkles...

It's a couple things I feel I cannot tell a soul It ain't gangsta I ain't proud I let these things take my control If I'm happy Why I'm crying? Get my angels on the phone (Call em') Demons slinging quick fixes I just bought one for the low Please pick up! Please pick up! Swear I make me mad as fuck (You hear me calling) I might fall in love And lose it all just for a nut Please pick up Please pick up Swear I just don't want the bag Burning holes all in my pocket When I should just let it stack Please pick up Please pick up Fuck it Imma hit the plug He got my outlet He charge me up with the drugs I'm fucked up I'm fucked up Now I feel like I'm okay Why is that my go-to When I'm not feeling like Goku I roll up and hit this Pro Tools Write to give you these vocals Life had siphoned my whole mood All to ripen my old moves Sights on Christ and his old moves Life and light that's new produce Wouldn't see if I showed you It's something you gotta go through I'm rollin rollin rollin I ain't slept in weeks Yo bitch keep calling Keep sweating me I wanna stay focused Got damn them cheeks I know I'm bogus I'm gone smash this freak Take a drink make it easy No chase My girl at home Hit yo place She blowin up my phone You know May Is hot as hell And so shade Keep me cool and stuck In my old ways Spending every dime Just to blow haze Man y'all really don't know Trey My plug worth a milli on his off day It's a couple things I feel I cannot tell a soul It ain't gangsta I ain't proud I let these things take my control If I'm happy Why I'm crying? Get my angels on the phone (Call em') Demons slinging quick fixes I just bought one for the low Please pick up! Please pick up! Swear I make me mad as fuck (You hear me calling) I might fall in love And lose it all just for a nut Please pick up Please pick up Swear I just don't want the bag Burning holes all in my pocket When I should just let it stack Please pick up Please pick up Fuck it Imma hit the plug He got my outlet He charge me up with the drugs I'm fucked up I'm fucked up Now I feel like I'm okay Why is that my go-to When I'm not feeling like Goku I roll up

I just wanna take you somewhere nice Pull up in a Audi Towel on the sand Have a picnic in Saudi Real big flex, But I don't do nothing gaudy That's probably why she love me And she constantly calling I tell her that I love her And I mean it every time You don't have a real nigguh If that nigguh don't grind You don't have a real bitch If that woman don't grind They don't rap about love Imma rap about mine I'm saying You really hold it down in a big way But nigguhs love a cap Like the boi Sway Rapping bout hoes when they tied down I gotta hold mine down This is Alchemy We could make a prodigy And Imma cause Havoc if they try us The mobb is deep I fuck with your brother And your mom is sweet Pops know I love his daughter So he rock with me Sometimes I trip over myself And your stock with me Cause everything ain't in place quite properly I'm still building on a future with some offerings Cuz you can't feed a dream to your offspring You can't feed defeat to your offspring I grind everyday so we all spring I just wanna take you somewhere nice Pull up in a Audi Towel on the sand Have a picnic in Saudi Real big flex, But I don't do nothing gaudy That's probably why she love me And she constantly calling I tell her that I love her And I mean it every time You don't have a real nigguh If that nigguh don't grind You don't have a real bitch If that woman don't grind They won't rap about love Lemme rap about mine I'm saying You really hold it down in a big way You really hold it down in a big way You really hold it down in a big way You really hold it down in a big way I aint mince words When I told you you the one Told Illesha at the cookout Imma marry you If a nigguh try and touch you Thats his burial If I'm something like Eustace Then she Muriel Helped me learn to love You a soul child Playing Daniel Caesar Who'd of thought I'd get you With your effortless style And your love for truth What really moves me Is how you love you How you guide others How you move with couth How you go through hell And make a Heaven for you I swear that you could make an angel Out of a prostitute Cuz you don't ever judge It's not our job to prosecute This is really love Everything it constitutes Love when your ballin Love when you jumping through them hoops Trusting in the vision Even when you don't see it too Gotta keep it real with my Queen I know she do So I'm grindin til you own Dolls Kill boo I just wanna take you somewhere nice Pull up in a Audi Towel on the sand Have a picnic in Saudi Real big flex, But I don't do nothing gaudy That's probably why she love me And she constantly calling I tell her that I love her And I mean it every time You don't have a real nigguh If that nigguh don't grind You don't have a real bitch If that woman don't grind They won't rap about love Lemme rap about mine I'm saying You really hold it down in a big way You really hold it down in a big way You really hold it down in a big way You really hold it down in a big way

I'm working for it all I see more for you than you can see I see more for me than I can see Too That's a duo You get more when you do more Simple math you do know We about to go big Sumo But I ain't eating meat Fug what you think is coo bro You deceived by the boule I'm running with some bulls hey Shout-out to the city I'm droppin' this for Manassas though I was up in Summer Tree Fuggin with Raw and Steelo Ain't have no AC But we was still making heat though Hey Unk it's wild I'm still offin off Them same beats bro Shii got real And I was lumberjack with that tree Joe Like Java in the morning Milk of Magnesia That shii to ease ya Stomach How I run it Agents running We just run it up Hidden truths in plain sight So they forced to dumb ya up I got you bruh Just gimme 13 so I can run it up Cash rule the world But love rule the universe In love there's balance Just be mindful of what you disperse You try to body me And I'm moving to put you in herbst I ain't still for the nonsense Still bumping comm sense Like water for chocolate The past the future So let's be honest At the function Get it jumping What they wanting Truth bruh How I'm coming Agents running We just on the come up bruh Me and my people finna run it up Go with the seasons But the flow cold in the summer bruh We the originals They wanna kill the sire off Im cold as hell But feel the ether feel this fire dawg Ahhhhhh I just can't with this behavior I was outchea searching for a savior Then I put my 10 toes to the pavement Now I'm on my Bernie Mac Hol up WAYMENT! If my nigguhs ain't down I promise I'm never gone drown This heart is my anchor Big Heath Ledgers Where my bankers I'm covered in thanks and I'm shooting these aint blanks man I'm still blanking Through depression and overthinking Cuz I can't go back That's a Kagol throwback Used to wish that I had no breathe Now I can't see not living life I want a mill in the bank And I want multiple businesses Want a Grammy for rank I want the discipline I see danger I'm pivoting I see brilliance that's dividends I see Love that's currency Currently showing my ass Man I'm killin my own beats Imma pull up my own seat I'm vibin' with the greats Don't feel the need to be phony My real nigguhs know me If not then you knew me Everyday I'm a new me And I'm better than yesterday Still laughing at Stewie And blowing on oohhhh weeee Straying from Lucy So don't take me loosely Real life or on loose-leaf All my flows groovy All the Queens moving From that Bass Boosting They swangin down in Houston People vibe with the movement Real ones waking up So I don't care if you snoozing I'm up

Ion have the money for this beat Shii I ain't have the money for this beat Usually that's why I make my own But PAT vibe so strong Imma call mom for a loan Wrote the hook for this song With the Civic in one arm No harm came about Thank the Orisa Got me kickin shii like FIFA Eating good now Cut out that chorizo Still Working towards peace though Still Spending too much Still smoking on weed though Gave up on WE though Focused on me bro Now I sit back And observe how we grow You see bro We gotta free the optimus Peering out my occulus I was dreaming bout this life I didn't have a pot to piss I'm popping bitch And my mother likes my music So Imma keep cooking shii To make you motherfuckers lose it! I ain't have the money for this beat Nah I ain't have the money for this beat (I ain't have the bread) Usually thats why I make my own But PAT vibe so strong I called moms for a loan Wrote the hook to this song With my Civic in one arm No harm came about Thank the Orisa Got me kickin shii like FIFA Doing what we should now Just wait you'll see bro Got some dope shii might not come out for a year or two Got some dope shii that'll Put the fucking fear in you I'm just speaking the truth Ion know where they steering you I ain't have the money for this beat But I found it dude Rarely have the fees for the trees But I find em too Truthfully I gotta stop getting tickets foo They taxing up my check before it reach Who it's destined to I did it to myself Let me confess to you I needed to slow down I was driving reckless But I still won't fit it to disappear Like Tetris Check this You set in your ways I'm changing my set list Still hang with the SHEESH gang Like I was from the set shii Reckless Wilding for respect and a neckless Prolly had your biddy somewhere on my checklist Disrespect shii But you either get right or get left kid Up at 3 in the morning because I know I'm next bitch! I ain't have the money for this beat Nah I ain't have the money for this beat (I ain't have the bread) Usually thats why I make my own But PAT vibe so strong I called moms for a loan Wrote the hook to this song With my Civic in one arm No harm came about Thank the Orisa Got me kickin shii like FIFA Doing what we should now Just wait you'll see bro

I was sitting stuck in my feeling Ego Trippin Bitch you know I'm the man Overdraft shawty $35 a pop Just to smoke good Just so I could shop Amazon Prime There's a fine line Before you reach insanity I was going crazy Contemplating buying 3 4's Listening to Jay-Z Thinking bout Devante Thinking bout Kenny Sipping Remy I don't even drink Stef got shot It's got me on the brink Feel secure with myself But I fear for my nigguh Samil got shot Man they killing my nigguh Yes I'm headed for the top Hope I'm healing my nigguh Know it come with the game But I feel for my nigguhs Finna make a movie Can I reel in my nigguhs Fishing for your vision Keep reeling my nigguh! I put my all in a 9 to 5 Had to leave how I felt inside? I have to live I was born to thrive I had to die just to come alive Suicide Put it on my drive Suicides I don't mean the whip Suicides How we run this shit It's suicide If you come against I was sitting stuck in my feeling Ego Trippin Bitch you know I'm the man Overdraft shawty $35 a pop Just to smoke good Just so I could shop Amazon Prime There's a fine line Before you reach insanity I was going crazy Contemplating coppin xans again To lean on my issues Can't stand in them But I just hit my mans n them I got the vibe for our plans to win I'm pulling up clean And I'm amping them By the skin of my teeth But I'm thankful as fuck Shit always works out when I shut the fuck up And just do my own thang So you knowing wassup Taking over yo city I'm anxious as fuck But I've practiced this magic That you calling luck Wassup