Broken Dreams E

Pipes and broken dreams. Hey. Dirty staircases and kitchen sinks. Now we on the scene. Read loud and my outfit clean. Like what do you mean? All of these guys just waffle. Uh. They don't know nothing but cream. I wear no pouches. I like sticks that fit in my jeans. Yes. Short range, no beams. Then I go home, kiss my queen. THC in my cup. My cup. Jimmy don't sip no lean. Drink rum and I rass that bud. I just get twist and lean. A'ight. I- I don't got crunch. I make Ps with my Eyelids closed. Shut. You ain't gotta see heat for a month. I got a good little one from the DM. Last week we was doing up brunch. Got a bad little one from the backstage. Same night she was doing up munch. Backstage. They thought it was Ruthless Records. Why? Nah, that's just me and my bunch. And they say I remind them of Easy. I got short temper and a hunch. Err. The young Keely them way too squeezy. Tryna jump 'round there with a pump. Big one. Got 0.3 for the junkies. Minions bagging up junk. A'ight. Why you wanna burn that bridge? Why? Make man go clutch that camel. Clutch Then it's back to the burning cars, burning Clothes, saunas, flannels. Young Jimmy swing round in the 125, same day He go change them panels. Yeah. Wonder why I don't come to awards. Why? Tell 'em go change them panels. A'ight. Pipes and broken dreams. Hey. Dirty staircases and kitchen sinks. Now we on the scene. Read loud and my outfit clean. Like what do you mean? All of these guys just waffle. Uh. They don't know nothing but cream. I wear no pouches. I like sticks that fit in my jeans. Short range, no beams. Then I go home, kiss my queen. THC in my cup. My cup. Jimmy don't sip no lean. Drink rum and I rass that bud. I just get twist and lean. A'ight. Tell 'em don't at me. Why? Get anywhere, I see it in my pager. How? Do it like Wayne Perry or Pappy. Wow. When I go through packets, see me out And you know that I'm happy. Know. But you know my man got the pump. Know. Old tide, ask me. Finna just take man's ginger. For Then I just tell man catch me. Nah. I just wake up and wass. Wass. Never didn't need no batteries. Now what you say, yeah? You better just take that battery. Why? 'Cause your handgun way too altered. This one here just factory. Factory. You man don't know about trends. Had the thingy in my slim fit jeans. You was in boot cuts and 110s. Slender. When I was uptown doing scenery, you was Getting fried on the ends. Fried. You had no motive with your friends. Why? No gal, no P, no skengs. Pipes and broken dreams. Hey. Dirty staircases and kitchen sinks. Now we on the scene. Read loud and my outfit clean. Like what do you mean? All of these guys just waffle. Uh. They don't know nothing but cream. I wear no pouches. I like sticks that fit in my jeans. Short range, no beams. Then I go home, kiss my queen. THC in my cup. My cup. Jimmy don't sip no lean. Drink rum and I rass that bud. I just get twist and lean. A'ight. View, it's the engineer.