Lyrics
she's always in my head so ima give her a call
i think i'm falling for you, girl your really a doll
please you with two fingers, girl you really owe me
right after we boning, i light up a boguie
My cocasion girl, i love how your hiny is tight
i put you in my mouth cause your tiny n white
we break up sometimes n i say i ain't coming back
but you got ways of making me keep running back
girl you got me in trouble n you see me get fired
n after every date, you get me all sleepy n tired
i know you been around, i still care for you baby
but you got love to spread so we sharing you daily
girl when we fucking, i'm feeling happy n better
when i'm sucking, me n you start laughing together
thats to real, we will forever be sharing pain
i'm sprung, the name of my lover is mary jane
hey yo i'm reaching a party n i'm seeing my homie
he never talking bologny, never rocking it phony
we go way back man cause we met in grade ten
lost touch for a bit but then i met him again
n by the way, when we chill, shit go my way
we chill only one day n it's usually a friday
we not gonna split, he help me out when i spit,
n when life is bad, he get me through all of that shit
without your appearence, the night is silent
they say your influence got my life to be violent
i used to be shy with girls, that shit was a shame
but thanks to your help son, i stepped up my game
you got ways of making an old man crazy n young
but when you leave, you make feel lazy n dumb
we go everywhere together, even to pay bills
jack daniel is my homie n he make me stay real
the worlds still cold, i'm only four years old
moving to toronto, not rich n not that poor
pops was working at a store, i was hoping for more
like one of us smiling when we'd open the door
kept it real as a youngster, i never ran man
psychycly violent cause i was watching van damme
toronto canada, began school, i was an amateur
crazy n wise, real quick to fucking damage ya
got expelled in grade one, i was bad as a child
but i had a temper problem homeboy, i had to be wild
sent to a french school, nouveau vie a commencer
beh sa c'est la raison pourquoi je parle francais
but that aint stop me at all, i was born like that
I was a persian bad boy fam, i loved to fight back
life was hectic, felt like i'm going through a coma
dont even know how i got my fucking diploma
years went by, my tears went dry, lost emotion
put myself in a hole so deep, life was slow motion
dead before born, wish id get my brother back
fake love with relatives, talked behind each others back
besides drinking liquor, life aint even happen
till i grabed me a pen, one night i started rapping
weak ass rhymes but i was still feeling it dun
wrote my anger on paper instead of killing someone
before i dint care about shit , id put an army down
but this rapping n writting helped to calm me down
i wasnt to good but wasnt no wanksta bitch
did so much gangsta rap, aint have time for any gangsta shit
most rappers say they move drugs, they aint no sinners
their moms would ground them if they even late for dinner
causing trouble, starting beef, it was quite demeaning
but i grew to be a man n then my life had meaning
aint grow up in no hood but had no three floor home
drinking beer but it was less beer n way more foam
no matter who you are, dont forget your roots tough son
ninety ninety percent of rapper aint shoot no guns
i never made music saying i bring the hood back
all i want is people to say "thats real, thats a good track"
people are so greedy, these men is always fronting
i always had money n i spent it like its nothing
done a few rap shows, i love to fucking mack hoes
but i dont brag, it would make me a big time fag
i never talked shit saying that i'm pac or montana
never said i'm black or latino, aint rock a bandana
i never said i'm cool cause i used to brawl n hit
what makes me cool is that i got through all that shit
i'm now hfk, my rhymes are dirtier than
