lyrics: And it'll be a long time, before you ever see me again They want me, hold my head in shame So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain Covers talkin' now the feds say I'm insane A psych said I'm gonna fumble down along the planner And then his son told me "Put down the drink dawg" I got the rinks off, coming for the things off I guess there's nothin' and I'm finna chop it's head off I need a little something to knock the edge off Aside from this song, life sucks Stomping on someone, with my boots And I'll put it off, if we modest And every other god need a goddess And every other star, couldn't guide us It falls upon something that's inside us So I'm not gonna stop for my riders Tell me where my ride is Tell me where my ride is, uh And I don't like them, and they don't like that They don't like that, and I don't want that And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again Don't worry about me, worry 'bout you Worry about something, don't worry what I do Hatin' motherfuckers, it'll be a long time Before you ever see me again, me again See, I need some time to meditate Naw, bitch I'm fly, I need time to levitate And I don't sound try, tryna' hesitate Fumbled down, very late n**ga, you a featherweight And I'm a heavyweight, and I'm very great I put the everyday rocking in every state Do not debate, you cannot cape I must've on faith, getting knocked of faith Guess it's my fate, guess it was written I can sell a phone, guess it was different That was somethin' back then, that was different Now I'm spitting and everybody's just spitting And what it sound like when everybody sound alike What you sound like, bumpin' 'em on a round mic? I don't even sound right, feelin' like I'm on the downright And these n**gas are secondary, like Pippen around Mike Trippin' around sight, something on that down light I'ma be downright, you n**gas is downright biters And I'ma set fires And my shit downright fire, from the corner buyer And I'm alone, eh Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout them Just worry 'bout you, and what you gonna do And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout me Just worry 'bout you and maybe I do Have a long day And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again Don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout you I worry 'bout something not we can do And it's on me And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again Don't worry 'bout me, na-na-na-na And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again Hey, hey Before you ever see me again, me again Hey, hey It'll be a long time before you ever see me again Can you clap your hands, hands? Clap your, clap your hand, hands? Clap your, clap your hand, hands? And I wanna do something, I wanna do something then Can you clap your hand, hands? Need you to clap your hands, hands Need you to clap your hands, hands Need you to clap your hands Need you to clap your hands, hands Need you to clap your hands Need you to clap your hands, hands Need you to clap your hands So the song like a Section 8 So I pass that dick around like a collection plate I can sell 'em on Sunday, with the fuss you made I be stunting with the stunners, and that's the best you make So if everybody just stand now, and shit don't plan out Throw your hands up, at least give them a handout And with the sun shown, it's like the Jerome is Mom-is-on-the-cellphone days, I'm homeless Or feeling like Ike at the end of the movie Wait, just need two more shows just to get to me Or feeling like Eddie Kane, I still got it And it's something but the problem is, you still not it Or maybe if it's sicker, they say I'm "that n**ga" Or maybe if I'm humble, it's not a cellphone finger Or maybe damn, I could just blow my shit is thinner Maybe I should stop being real, maybe I should get on Twitter Maybe I should know somethin' different, I could reconsider Got something nothing seri' till the cellphone liver And I'ma drink 'til the sun up, 'til I got no more liver And I'ma stand and deliver 'til they pump my liver And I'ma spit it, like it get it, kinda self, but I'm fine I'd rather live by what I live by, then die when I'm fine I'm gonna stand by my self 'til my very last breath 'Cause you know what? A coward dies a thousand deaths And I'm proud when it's a sound, but now a thousand next And I could style on you, something down to hell with this You can't style on me, n**ga I'm out of your league I'm liable to be a liability' You plan to style on me, trying to style on me N**ga, I'm liable to be a liability, and my ability I can sound like Billie Jean, now you see Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you Worry about something, something will do And motherfuckers, it'll be a long time Before you ever see me again So don't worry about me, I'll be fine I'll be up some, going for mine And it'll be a long time 'fore you ever see me again, me again Don't worry 'bout me, worry 'bout you, worry 'bout you 'fore you ever see Don't worry about what I been up to Where the fuck I'm going, nah, n**ga, fuck you Who the fuck is going, I can something don't ask Who the fuck is asking? I'll put the summer on blast and And who the fuck is lasting? And be the last standing Caught up on the planning Get a better tan and I been feeling dandy And who can run the planet? Pass them a Xanax And an afternoon I annex And all of the damage Left on the platter Who's soon after all, I guess it's a small world after all Stunting on the sun 'cause I have to ball I run the world 'cause it's a small world after all And I'm never after y'all I have to loss somethin' and I got it all And feeling like you got it all? Humble some' Nah, n**ga, not at all Worry 'bout me, don't worry bout me, just worry 'bout you And what'cha gon' do? It'll be a long time before you ever see me again There's something on the all out, the call out, somethin' on the doormat Last summer, last fight, and y'all had a fall out I can sense nothing to something, what y'all 'bout? Bumping nothing to something, and everything that y'all 'bout Y'all had your ups and downs, I don't fuck around Put everything on the something, then you go and fuck around Bet you felt something, now you feel nothing now Y'all feelings felt something, y'all don't feel nothing now Her tears dried up, from bumping expressionless I was under exodus and learning what the lessons is What the ebony of essences, the Genesis I got the fetishes, something on the sedatives One sip and then it'll have you look at innocence I wish we just could take it back to the Book of Genesis Before the hook is in, is there any point of any of this? But understand [?] [?] put hands on you, then put his front side, and put hands on you Just turn around say for really? I'm done motherfucker I can state something if They worry bout me, just worry bout you, I can be done when I be good too And she said that It'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again Don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout you And I'll be up now, what I've been up to And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout them And it'll be a long time before you ever see me again, me again Me again, me again It'll be a long time before you ever see me again
I don’t like this version. The original leak with the stripped down drums is my favorite. Add the background vocals and expanded chorus and that’s one classic right there. I would really love to get my hands on the stems. I’d make an amazing 4 minute song.
