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Tim My Crazy Head

a flick you damn right miss Can I take a hit Here boo like this, chronic sticky like gum I guess that's how it comes, don't worry 'bout my funds I play

connect through telekenisis, Plus my gear's correct, the monkey jeans on, One pair fifteen huh, crisp clear air ones, I'm thinking you could be my sparkle, Maybe my paw then raising my

got reluct', think fast and blast from Beamers I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my

to prove you got skills, suck this I'm makin rappers load they apples pack up, move they wagons My style like Bruce Lee, MC's walkin into the +Dragon+ My bald head

my lunch with plastic wrap up on my pita bread I'll bite my tongue but she's so outspoken To that box of Saran bust her head wide open Handcuffs open

to school, get a job, yo it couldn't be me So instead, I played my bed My momma got fed, and now a nigga livin' with a dread My best fuckin' friend,

' each morning My wife, damn right and proud to say it My lady, I can trust I done finally made it My main thang, my Lil' Shawty, my old lady Took conversation wit my

be crazy for a few more years? Have I got them in me? Words and music by Tim Freedman Produced and engineered by Daniel Denholm Mixed by Rob Taylor Vocal, acoustic piano - Tim

my pita bread I'll bite my tongue but she's so outspoken To that box of Saran bust her head wide open Handcuffs open my fists go up for Eminem And when