"Pearls Of Joy" as written by and Ian Simpson Evan Smith....
Ooh, hoo-hoo
Ooh, hoo-hoo

Used to wait to get callbacks
Now I know how the fuck to act
Los Angeles done fucked me up
I've seen sunshine, I've seen money cups
Gotta be a way to get the money up
Gotta find me loose change, get the fuzzy up
They go hun' on you, hun' on you, hun' on you
They go hun' on you, hun' on with a hundred bucks
Back in '09, was a mall rat
Glock to my head, baby, holla back
Is there any way I can get college back?
'Cause I know I missed out on what I lack
Why you adamant for some peace for?
Move away from my people
My good friends, oh, evil
Breakups and then feel evil

I don't think I would ever wanna fuckin' listen
(I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to listen)
(Look at me and see)
I don't think I would ever wanna fuckin' listen
(I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to listen)

How do you cope without a rope?
Me and my boyfriend, we lookin' for hope (shack)
See me, I'm cussin' and bustin' the soles
Actin' like niggas don't know who I was (shack)
This for my boys, this for my folks
I told my mama I'm good on my own
She told me get the cash, kick it and go (oh, oh, oh)
Then we got dope, then we gon' smoke
In this trip 'til I choke
He need a nigga that he can just hold
All of these demons that lent me the door
I seen the Lord, I seen you grow
I seen before you seen the glow
What do you want, I don't know what the fuck to get? Oh (what do you want?)
I don't need blow (what do you want?)
I don't need snow (what do you want?)

Find your way through the garden, then
Let the old guard down with an argument
Hands on the roof, they arrested him
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, deportin' men
Find your way through the garden, then
Let the old guard down with an argument
Hands on the roof, they arrested him
No sleep 'til Brooklyn, deportin' men (take me back now)

I don't think I would ever wanna fuckin' listen
(I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to listen)
(Look at me and see)
I don't think I would ever wanna fuckin' listen
(How much lower is you tryna make my ego go?)
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to listen
(Without your daddy standin' there, you're just your brother's son)

Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you? Why, why won't you? (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you let me run away? (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you? Why, why won't you? (Ooh, ooh-ooh)
Why won't you? Why won't you?
Why won't you let me run away? (Ooh, ooh)

Maybe I'm too patient, you're so crazy, boy
Spent the weekends on an island 'cause they made us, boy
If I try to tell you why you're so special to me, boy
I'll be here 'til the sun comes up, that's why I'm hangin', boy

I don't think I would ever wanna fuckin' listen
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to listen
(Look at me and see)
I don't think I would ever wanna fuckin' listen
(How much lower is you tryna make my ego go?)
I know there's nothin' that you could do to try to get me to listen
(Without your daddy standin' there, you're just your brother's son)


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"Joy Ride" as written by Ian Simpson Evan Smith

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