REMEMBER YOUR PAST, FIX YOUR PRESENT, LIVE YOUR FUTURE!

NISSAN SEASON

NIRVANA

REMEMBER YOUR PAST, FIX YOUR PRESENT, LIVE YOUR FUTURE!

[LYRICS]
[intro]
Go ahead, Commander

[chorus]
Uh
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect
This a promise, not a threat
I don’t give a fuck if you’re repping your set
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect
Put that shit up to the test
Don’t fuck with them niggas, they’ll cut up your neck
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect
This a promise, not a threat
I don’t give a fuck if you’re repping your set

[verse]
Uh, when you act up
Don’t you be surprised when you get smacked up
Better lock down, nigga, wax up
Wax on, wax down, back up
Way you’re talking, I’m hoping you’re strapped up
Because I know you ain’t calling for backup
Put the Glock down and pick the Mac up
There’s some easy money you could stack up
Don’t get packed up, nigga
Uh, honor the heavenly Father
I feel bad for your daughter
Iron sights in the garden
They shouldn’t have made me a martyr
Good buddy, kind fellow
Why you standing still in that meadow
How you fresh but your teeth stay yellow
Coming in, but you won’t say hello

[chorus]
Uh
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect
This a promise, not a threat
I don’t give a fuck if you’re repping your set
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect
Put that shit up to the test
Don’t fuck with them niggas, they’ll cut up your neck
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect
This a promise, not a threat
I don’t give a fuck if you’re repping your set
Good buddy, kind fellow
Why you standing still in that meadow
How you fresh but your teeth stay yellow
Coming in, but you won’t say hello

[outro]
Damn
You know I love the pain
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect (You know I love the pain)
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect (Babe, you know I love the pain)
Babe, you know I love the pain
That shit will never hit the same
I’ll make you watch me fade away
You’ll never pray again
You know I love the pain
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect (Love the pain)
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect (Yeah)
Everybody got regrets
It’s ‘bout that time you niggas give me respect (You know I love the pain)
Everybody got regrets
Everybody got regrets
Everybody got regrets
Everybody got regrets

QUEERS THAT GO TO CHURCH

REMEMBER YOUR PAST, FIX YOUR PRESENT, LIVE YOUR FUTURE!

[LYRICS]
I’m outside with some hand ties
New band on my bedside
A close killer on my best side
And I’m still from the west side
Right now’s not the best time
I got a purpose, no hate crime
I come back on the dateline
Not the greatest but it’s still mine
There’s no lights in my old home
There’s a ghost in my old home
No number in my old phone
Redwoods was my ringtone
Old friends are the new spirits
My old conscience still need clearing
And I don’t know who the fuck’s here
But I will make sure that y’all hear me

But I’m still alive
I’ll never resign
Cutting you loose made me cry
Can’t let go of my bloodline
I still need some time
To recollect what was mine
You stripped me for the last time
It’s too bad I’m still alive
But there was still more time
Could’ve took the things that would make shit right
Could’ve took the steps, I would’ve turned out fine
Knew it wasn’t done, I haven’t hit my prime
Haven’t hit my prime
I’ve let so many down
Let me take the time

I’m sorry that everyone is scared of me
Don’t want to believe that this is how I bleed
I can’t even breathe, takes years to get where I’ll be
I can guarantee you’ll never get rid of me
You’ll never get rid of me
You’ll never get rid of me
You’ll never get rid of me
You’ll never get rid of me

Can you still hear me?
Can you still hear me, though?
Can you still hear me, though?
Can you still hear me, though?

PROLOGUE

REMEMBER YOUR PAST, FIX YOUR PRESENT, LIVE YOUR FUTURE!

[LYRICS]
I'm here to see my younger brother.
I'm his older brother, Gator.
Hey!
Hi. Angela.
Nice to meet you.
Come on in.
Thanks.
How ya doin'?
Good.
Good. Alright.
Flipper.
It's your brother.
My brother? Hey.

She likes them black men standing over 6 feet tall
See this weird tattoo when she takes off her bra
And she lives ten minutes west of LA, in East Hollywood
She’s friends with young rich bitches and some old white people
And the irony is that she don’t like them either
But she goes ahead and puts up with them, plus the pay is good

She got the peach lipstick, and Chanel scent
And the way she walks with confidence
It all just makes me feel some type of way
She took me back to her pavilion
With a smile that’s worth a million
Wonder if it’s real, is this life today?

You got some white girl singing in the shower
In the afternoon
You got some white girl singing in the shower
In the afternoon
You got some white girl singing in the shower
In the afternoon
You got some white girl singing in the shower
In the afternoon

Party in the hills with pure white lines
With Solange playing under the dim, dim lights
Too high in the moment, don’t know how I ended up in the kitchen
Now I don’t know if I’m fit for the mild high life
And it don’t help that I constantly fear to die
But for someone like her, I honestly just might risk it

She got the peach lipstick, and Chanel scent
And the way she walks with confidence
It all just makes me feel some type of way
She took me back to her pavilion
With a smile that’s worth a million
Wonder if it’s real, is this life today?

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Living the dream in Malibu (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Gazing over the ocean blue (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Even with this, I still think of you (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Love)
I’d rather be Inglewood (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
City of Angels don’t feel right to me (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Uh, are you feeling me now with this?
I done got everybody invested
Bitches lining up just to see me
Cannot get overwhelmed, I’m protected
You was the only one there, you defected
Never knocking the hustle, I no longer struggle
I’m calling it double directed
Got here with my brothers, supporting my mother
My family finally resting
And I’m still can’t legally drink, a young entertainer with standards
Bitch with a flannel, she really Ned Flanders
Putting that Dharma Wheel right on the banner
Fucking on beat, recognize what I'ma be
That’s P-O-E C-E-T-E
You niggas stay running from the individual
Never forget who you’ll forever see

You got some white girl singing in the shower (She look good!)
In the afternoon
You got some white girl singing in the shower
In the afternoon, ooh, ooh
White girl singing in the shower
Oh, just spread your wings
White girl singing in the shower
In the afternoon

You got the white girl singing in the shower
You got the white girl swaying with the palm trees
You got some white girl singing in the shower
All over the ocean
In the afternoon

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