You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end Told you to stay in your lane, you just
in at 9 New suburban truck with the paint job showing Up and down and up they go And bodies on the Roadster Lexus You know with that hardtop beamer Mommy, that's your
dare you try to stash yours in your drawls What's mines is mines, what's yours ain't yours Get his whip, watch how quickly I paint yours Watch poppi
dragon You fell off, off, they musta bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end I told you to stay in your lane,
she know how to work the mag And only buy white tees, tell 'em to keep the purple tags 'Cause the laces in my Chucks keep the beef crackin' I lay niggaz out like creased khakis In that G-wagon
' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with their hands out, checkin' for your record when
remain blatant Yo, got to tell you to your face You get replaced in this game, by Kweli Place the face with the name These cats drink champagne and toast to death and pain
Have you ever in your life experienced a day Where nothin' at all seems to go your way No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut You just could
Ain't no slang like that east coast slang Them east coast boys hit the road wit the Switching lanes, snatch up your dame Drop 100 cash on the chain Still bring the pain
people that you always say don't know how to act We like 'em just like that Fuck your Grammy's, fuck your Music Awards I strangle your host, with his
broken wagon wheel when I can't jump a slow-moving train Think I know how a coyote feels howling just to ease the pain, since you've been away.
Hey gypsy, hey gypsy come on home Even if it's just to paint your wagon Old hobo, how long can this go on? She's mending socks and sittin' home a naggin
bigger goals, but set your soul Set your soul free Times, places and situations Leads to an early grave When we get there we see Just what did we save? If your
're still there. Your feet can't take the weight of one. Much less two. We hit concrete. How were we born into this mess? I know I painted you a prettier
paint that wagon There Gonna paint it good They aint Braggin' there gonna coat that wood Gonna paint your wagon Gonna paint it fine gonna use oil-based paint
I kept on wavin' till I couldn't see her And through my tears I asked again, "Why we couldn't stay" Mama whispered softly "Time will ease your pain
I kept on waving 'till I couldn't see her And through my tears, I asked again why we couldn't stay Mama whispered softly, ?Time will ease your pain Life