Paved from the break yeah we made it
They whip norms we talk back they hate it
I hate doors they close up these cages Got me thinking up who needs the saving
He a dog bitch laced up his bone
She a birdy just tryna make a home
I'm a fish got lost on my own
Together we up gon straight to the dome
Free advance and free of chance we never doubt it
Was free at birth we walk the Earth and handle bout it
Give me the pants I'll lead the troops I screamed and shouted
A team of us we saddle up and go about it
I hate niggas who think that they on one
And hoes who need a crew just to pop em
They so down and average your lonesome
Get more class you Patrick youre so dumb
Shemar Childs - 3 Musketeers (feat. Etai & Little Big Synths) Lyrics
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Paved from the break yeah we made it
They whip norms we talk back they hate it
I hate doors they close up these cages Got me thinking up who needs the saving
He a dog bitch laced up his bone
She a birdy just tryna make a home
I'm a fish got lost on my own
Together we up gon straight to the dome
Free advance and free of chance we never doubt it
Was free at birth we walk the Earth and handle bout it
Give me the pants I'll lead the troops I screamed and shouted
A team of us we saddle up and go about it
I hate niggas who think that they on one
And hoes who need a crew just to pop em
They so down and average your lonesome
Get more class you Patrick youre so dumb
They whip norms we talk back they hate it
I hate doors they close up these cages Got me thinking up who needs the saving
He a dog bitch laced up his bone
She a birdy just tryna make a home
I'm a fish got lost on my own
Together we up gon straight to the dome
Free advance and free of chance we never doubt it
Was free at birth we walk the Earth and handle bout it
Give me the pants I'll lead the troops I screamed and shouted
A team of us we saddle up and go about it
I hate niggas who think that they on one
And hoes who need a crew just to pop em
They so down and average your lonesome
Get more class you Patrick youre so dumb
Writer: Christian Rogers
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