, all I count is cheese. Walkin on a dream while you tryin to intervene. On top of that monay, them haters in between. Smokin sour steam you can smell
I could escape I would but, First of all, let me say I must apologize for acting stank & treating you this way Cause I've been acting like sour milk
for you tonight Cheap kicks are alright If you don't know what's good A million hearts are broken every hour It'll be okay, don't let the milk turn sour
Or maybe pissed off God. I think of Chinese food when I think of life, That's sweet and sour, My life is sweet as saccharine. You know 3 week old milk
Or maybe pissed off god I think of chinese food when I think of life That's sweet and sour My life is sweet as saccharine You know 3 week old milk
Meet the black Boy George, dusted on my honeymoon Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slap-hash Indian Milk
Buick-Regal The same brother you was throwing your key to Brought the 7 niggaz in the building to see you You know these god damn streets is so gritty With sour milk
parents throwin' fits Tellin' me to change my diet plan, to bran cereal Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work In fact, it made my milk kinda sour
Baby lambs hand fed Named cattle and lots of baby kittens Home churned butter Ice cream with fresh berries Cookies of cream Skimmed from the milk
do it for my jail berg consecutive Get my messages, hell no or my block nigga never live One room 7 kid, screamin' mother overhead two plates One fork sour milk
ain't go no patience Pimpin' I'm a couple of tacos short of a combination Get on yo' head like a shower from the gravel When them scandalous dope deals be goin' sour
It only makes me laugh When I go down the hole and I hit the bottom The last time that I fell in love The love was milk and honey but the milk turned sour
time to think it over I need a little space just on my own I need a little time to find my freedom I need a little Funny how quick the milk turns sour
for your flowers to wilt Or to sour all your sweet wine If you mean to shower me with guilt Better get in line If you're crying over milk that spilt
so funny. Verse 1: Cassidy I know money don't grow on trees Im no dumby but I grow trees and get more money"I sold 20s I get kush, sour, purple and
the bacon Tender juicy steaks Breast-fed baby dumpling Gobbling up the cakes Milk-fed baby dumpling Slobbering, goo-faced meat Wet-nursed, sour purse
of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken collies and cornbread It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and