Luvamaxin

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Breezly Brewin] You're sick and tired, work be thick and fired be a possibility You wonder why you stay the higher pay, it's not the skill It be that ass lickin, but you're past stickin to your lonely And you're out, you're flyin home They wonder why you're only into Red Bull Until you're fed bull until your doom And then you're layin in your vomit, laid up, bathin 'til you're ? Pray to 2 gods, the boss all in you exercise the gluttony The other higher up, and see you beggin, daddy cuttin me Slackin subtly back into the land of corporations 48 hours, release, regression, recuperation It be just couple days in the ways of weekend warriors I'm sure y'all brothers know a couple stories of the lovers of the maxin [Chorus] Strictly (strictly) for the love of maxin (x3) Honey light the match and puff a whole sack and chill [Verse 2: Breezly Brewin] Every now and then you shower in the steaming water Open pores, rather lathered, screamin for the open source That you're baptized, they souls needin healin Bleedin, feelin all that grimy shitty Calm and crimy city, stuff like that rhymes You gets to singin, take advantage of acoustics Rush your thing and ready now to do your damage, feelin too slick Somethin of a sex machine, vexed, and fiend for the mess And gimme slimmy, lemme take out this aggression Bust it, who needs the borin love affair, you're havin none of it Your goals, the whole 9, toss that 6 in front of it She'll be lovin it, a portion of contortion is exerted (Why?) Because the pleasure of the pain never hurt it (You're perverted) But you'd rather call it innovatin Statin that you never had a minute when the matin wasn't great And it's a time when hittin hard below the belt can get rewarded Honey's scarred happily 'Cause you're applauded being lover of the maxin [Chorus] Strictly (strictly) for the love of maxin [x3] Jump into the sack and hit it from the back and chill [Verse 3: Breezly Brewin] More and more we must cover our backs And it seems like everyday another brother packs And some feel the pressure and they go discover cracks, and But me, I strictly exercise the love of maxin You seein racism, OJ, and laced ism No pay and moms beefin, brats riffin Bomb grief and gats clickin Kids buggin, glocked down, with bitch stuck in lockdown The dollar wantin preachers, the scholar frontin teachers The gold digger fine hoes, the bold nigga winos The jacks, and the taxings, the brother beatin 5-0s The hastles, the castles that we won't ever live in The thought of Tyson if he never stepped to Robin Givens Somebody say "call me right back," the answer is she pick up You scoop a honey, she's with it, that coochie need a stick up Mistakes brothers makin when you see the Knicks losin Thinkin back to rubbers breakin 'cause you feel the dick oozin Now, how could you see the guzzlin puzzlin If your mans forever booted, I'm sayin it's therapeutic See, and I ain't proud to say that I indulge in the prescription The summin, the numbin But I keep it comin, wishin for the love of maxin [Chorus] Strictly (strictly) for the love of maxin [x3] Honey light the match and puff a whole sack, and chill Strictly (strictly) for the love of maxin [x3]