You're so supreme Lyrics that I write of you Scheme, just for a sight of you And I dream Both day and night of you And what good does it do In 1929, I sold short In London, I'm presented at court But you've got me down hearted,

Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, and somethin' gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass laid down Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea Man Sonny a fed joint, he half way out

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck We rode into

I was just underrated, then I turned to a beast (Hey) Eat you like a gator when you stuck up in the streets (Ahh) I got 4 kids and they mouths gotta feast (Feast) Get a lick on the north and I sold it on the east (East) I know I'm a dawg 'cause I'm

When I'm up in the club And these niggas they want to act tough 'Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin' the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to 'spital, flyin' by my

There's levels to your love And I know, we can get higher Levels, levels, levels, levels Yeah, there's levels to your love And I keep on climbing up Let them go, all the one's tryna get in the door I'ma go where they all couldn't go Up a floor, up a

Stop that train (I wanna get off) Finally comin' up for some air Finally comin' up Stop that train Never mind my mind Somebody say Now I've gotta go court the conductor And I gotta bleed gold on the track

"No, you don't need make up to cover your face, love You're beautiful now, within and without, and never forget You're doing me proud" You're beautiful now, within and without, be good with yourself, you're doing me proud No, you don't need make up to

And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches Needle and the thread You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm tripping over myself Gotta get you out of my head Gonna wind up dead Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll

Well, it gettin' Late on into the evenin' and I feel like, like blowin' my home When I woke up this mornin' all I had, I had was gone Late on into the evenin', child, I feel like, like blowin' my home Well now, woke up this mornin', all I had was gone