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Correct Lord Of The Sad And Lonely Lyrics
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Correct Lord Of The Sad And Lonely
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[Intro:] Lord of the Sad and Lonely [Verse:] Won't you tell me who is the supreme leader? Still want to use like I'm not a human eater Move and groove, make the bitch linger Want more than the dick, gold on the ring finger Not the one who wanna play dumb, see I'm from Cleveland bitch I'm up in the hills still keep it way trill And most wanna relax, someone tell me how that feel I say that loud until I go an pop this pill I say out loud 'you wanna let me cop a feel? ' Now I pray out loud but I know my god I'll Bounce with me If you don't give a fuck simply Fed up won't let up on the overtime The more I work, the more they wanna sweat mine I can feel those lames they love to speak my name Sometimes dreams of breakin niggas whole faces And fuck the precinct, ain't scared of catchin’ cases Sky might fall, but I ain't worried at all Got me some xannies and a couple adderall Plus these racks up on the strippers at the mall With the spirit of god and some Gandalf balls Lord of the sad and lonely And the ones that feel like shit on the daily Don't let these phony niggas and hoes Be the ones that bring you low Let it be from the fatigue from making a pussy plead All of the things I've seen and survived Make a nigga feel way more than just alive You know my name you know my face All hail King Wizard in your motherfucking space You love it [Hook:] Yep, yep, yep Lord of the sad and lonely Yep, yep, yep Lord of the sad and lonely Yep, yep, yep Lord of the sad and lonely And the ones that feel like shit on the daily I got you, you love it [Verse 2:] Now I can show you how to make a Domingo Dean In a way in which this universe has never seen I feel the tension when I'm struttin' in my Prada boots Check with my fresh, if you want I can style you So enough in my profession is the while you nigga How you not better than me, listen I swear to G I feel that baby back in ‘99 In the sls stuntin and it’s all mine Shittin on these niggas, sippin on some swiss criss I guess I’m jury on the sit and on my slit wrist Don’t let these fuckin up my floors, see I’m getting pissed Work too damn hard, forever the shenanigans Floatin around bombs and that’s how I went deeper Pom pom niggas, how do my c** taste Don’t move one, we jokes, we smiles, just a grin That’s adjust on my best Livin like I got a motherfuckin prop on my lap at all times So many kids live they life in my rhymes See? I’m in love with you all to the end When shit was dark for me, you were my only friends on the reala They just smoke some tree for yo nigga Ain’t nobody got my brownster, my gushy ounce Walk into rooms and fuck boys, close they mouth The gut life - you know what we bout [Outro:] Lord of the Sad and Lonely
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