breathe With this all on my back Bridge: It's overwhelming My hands are tied The more that I struggle The deeper I slide Chorus: This is the longest day
we GOOD music [Big Sean] Man, I wake up to a wet dream every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene every week is fashion week and every day I'm
to sooth after a long day Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree And if so I do the same with other treats to give you Trailin' rose pedals from
sound tight Bring truth to the light I write rhymes for the under Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down As long
on my cabin wall and waited for Bill to die Years passed away and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps
's taken up his long long sword To strike a mortal blow And through and through the lady's heart The cold steel it did go As it fell out upon a day As
I would change I know that I haven't changed A shoulder to lean on and then break/embrace I'm barely breathing with my status day to day Caught off
when I'm talkin' on the phone Spendin' money when your money is long Real street niggas, ain't no clone We at the top where we belong Drink lean, rose
no chaperone So see, we been doing this from way back long '92, Aqua blue, on them thangs we roll With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole So
my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die. Years passed away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange, Of a long-deserted line of traps
rose to large drug dealin' from petty robbin' Well it's the five-eight, hands I'm holdin' brothers for ransom Operation generation down to the seeds of your grandson And blow
then most, that's why they mouths droppin' And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin' Hahaha Yeah! Part 2: Aye you're either a full blown sicko
the fans need more I hit the fork in the road and took a detour Fire Marshall shuttin' shows down Cuz I blow up spots like a Dalmatian strapped up with C4 Blow
sooth after a long day Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree And if so I do the same with other treats to give you Trailin rose pedals from
:] Man, I wake up to a wet dream Every day's a Friday and every nights a sex scene Every week is fashion week and every day I'm pressed clean Detroit'
then most, that's why they mouths droppin' And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin' Hahaha Yeah! [Part 2:] Aye you're either a full blown sicko
tight Bring truth to the light I write rhymes for the under Blunt smokin' bottle crackin' all day slumber Who wouldn't give a fuck if the world fell down As long
without no chaperone So see, we been doing this from way back long '92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
