] One time for the n-ggas that's huggin' the block Two times for the boys thats bubblin' rock Three times for the G's including myself Four times for
old drive in screen Where Elizabeth Taylor was queen And like the rest she quit comin' around To the outskirts of town They say there's so much out there for
for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places Liz Taylor
replaced it I risk cases for shit like this Nigga I pray for some shit like this Word to my Uncle Ray Who gave us life for some shit like this Ma you
man Now simple pleasures they all evade you Store-bought treasures none can save you Look for signs to ease the pain Ask again Go on and pray for rain
growing weed up in my car And getting high If I die today, remember me like Jimi Hendrix Butt-ass nekkid covered in all bad bitches [Chevy Woods] Chevy! I'm praying for
Okayy Alotta girls be uh, thinkin' my songs about them This one for you.. (LOL) Yeah... It's young Khalifa man. And you know I be up on my blog shit And
opened and the earth shook Down on copperline Down on copperline Took a fall from a windy height I only knew how to hold on tight And pray for love enough
the past, the burning bridges Old photographs, discarded pages Unanswered prayers, the childhood endings The bitter tears, the new beginnings The life and times of a child alone Searching for
(Le Bon, Rhodes, Taylor, Taylor, Taylor) TV VS. RADIO Hey wait a minute - news: here we go again so open to abuse so one night stand It's just a milky
Town So may I take a couple steps forward If the bad bitches had a crew you would rep for it You could give me top quiz girl I'm prepped for it When them
follow direction And trail witness protection to get a shot at they brain Where the babies carry semis and swallow pills for power Count paper for polly'n, penny-pinch for
pray for/ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah/ I said run to the hood and tell em im the nigga they gotta pray for, lay low and stay low [
for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high tone places Elizabeth Taylor
and breathless Gaia Pray for the forest pray to the tree Pray for the fish in the deep blue sea Pray for yourself and for god's sake Say one for me
So much for your moment of prayer God's not at home There is no there there Lost in the stars That's what you are Left here on your own You can only
small papers you fools, is hardly major Look how the hood made us pray and asked God to save us Evading the haters, rolling regals and Chuck Taylors
be there and I will always still say a prayer After the mountains crumble The stars and the moon and the sun all fade away Oh when all your reasons for