Lil Mo Time
I thought it would maybe get me out of my mind
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
I thought it would maybe get me out of my mind
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
I'm just tryna buy some land, keep that in the fam
That's how you get some money as a black man
You tryna fuck the pockets up? Fat chance
You speaking on the homies then that's hands
Hit em with the click-clack-blam
I'm on my XMen 3, this the last stand
Find a little bit of peace with some D's in my hand
Once I get it you ain't never gonna see me again
I need it now, boy I scrap, I scramble
And I hit it from the back, and I grab thigh handles
I'm up in them walls, she like "that's my vandal"
My life just like her booty, it's a handful
I need it all and I need it now
And I blow my O's, boy I'm speaking loud
Every feeling in my body, leave it out
And I still ain't found solace, even now
I thought it would maybe get me out of my mind
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
I thought it would maybe get me out of my mind
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
I thought it would maybe get me out of my mind
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
I'm just tryna buy some land, keep that in the fam
That's how you get some money as a black man
You tryna fuck the pockets up? Fat chance
You speaking on the homies then that's hands
Hit em with the click-clack-blam
I'm on my XMen 3, this the last stand
Find a little bit of peace with some D's in my hand
Once I get it you ain't never gonna see me again
I need it now, boy I scrap, I scramble
And I hit it from the back, and I grab thigh handles
I'm up in them walls, she like "that's my vandal"
My life just like her booty, it's a handful
I need it all and I need it now
And I blow my O's, boy I'm speaking loud
Every feeling in my body, leave it out
And I still ain't found solace, even now
I thought it would maybe get me out of my mind
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
I thought it would maybe get me out of my mind
And I know it's gonna be a while
But I'd rather take a little more time
Just to feel how I feel, let it come around
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Copeland
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