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Crows Feet & Reading Glasses

by A.D. Weighs

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Well I left a little something on the nightstand baby (X4)



No disrespect to mister Gump but life is not a box of chocolates
my life's more like a box of dirty socks and rotten crotches
my neighbor shot himself because his son came out the closet
and i work around the clock only to make my boss a profit
so the teller at the bank is laughin' at my small deposits
collectors clawin' at my balls and cock like i got jock itch
and i thought i had my walllet in cotton jacket pocket
til i checked it and discovered it was not i must've dropped it
and Tony's facing 8 his case is next up on the docket
but i couldn't pay for parking so i'm late and then to top it off
i step into mi casa stressin' out i need to smoke but first i need to find my wallet cause indeed a nigga broke
so i checked my pants and jackets and places where i had it
what the fuck? I found an empty condom wrapper by the mattress
hear the motha fuckin static comes. wait til she arrives
she can keep that that blahzy blahzy baby aint no need to lie
i ought to smack a bitch directly in the face and see her cry
split her cabbage leaving maggots like some shit from CSI
i aint no hoe what u expect for me to bake the bitch a pie
ougt to slap her have her in a pair shades inside at night
ought to have her in a scarf around her neck in late July
ought to set the place on fire
ought to make her fetch alight
meanwhile rob is on the phone and homey gave me this advice
said don't ever let emotion make u take this bitches life
man dont swing at bitches eyes
all that violent shit forget it
man u know what 90 days in jail would do to a niggas credit.
its pathetic how i'm pacin' around & mumblin' shit and thinking things
like how she usually get here by two-thirty man its three-fifteen
and as recently as yester-week she sent her ex a text
what he eff is that, she extra freaky seeking extra sex?
but i guess i could've expected all this shit in retrospect
cause she play both sides of the fence instead of strictly hetro-sex

now just to recap i went home to get cash
and found out my main squeeze had the coochie up for grabs
and at 1st i thought i ought to place a foot into her ass
but to hell with all of that i packed a bag and made a dash


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believe me baby i aint trying to be no felon.
do i love my freedom? hell yeah
so the worst i could to to you is to remove my s-e-l-f
imma miss those pretty lips and playing with those sexy melons
Jessie said i ought to take some naked pics of you and sell 'em
even Ellen and your Jealous friends agree i treat u fine
and u gettin' the meanest dick this side of the Mason-Dixon line
in the time it'll take you just to find you a guy with game as slick as mine
who handles thangs as quick as I and fan yo flames to keep you high
you will have aged in a face and gained in the waste yo days are slipping by
fucking crows feet and reading glasses adjacent to you eyes
juggling 70 medications every day at different times
having to watch your happy neighbors move away live their lives
seein' people half your age get engage & kiss their brides
you in the chapel after the ceromony cleanin' sweepin' rice
reading the book of revelations waitin' impatiently to fly
wearin' soiled undergarments pardon me that TMI
always yappin' about how cute u used to be at twenty-five
one of them lonely horny ladies flirtin' with the cable guy
and you're nameless wanderin' aimlesly in shame until u die
father Mckenzie whipin' the dirt from his hands at the grave and says good bye

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fuck you bitch I'm through
Bitch I'm in the wind
tell you what you need to do
check the bedside table baby on the Kangaroo
bedside table baby on the kangaroo


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released July 22, 2013
Written, produced, recorded & mixed by A.D. Weighs

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A.D. Weighs Detroit, Michigan

A.D. Weighs

Hailing from Detroit, USA, A.D. Weighs is a charismatic, spontaneous and direct hip-hop artist who set out to create music with an honest and eclectic approach.

His sound is very versatile, falling somewhere in between the depth and warmth of old school hip-hop, and the sharp focus and balance of the best modern productions.
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