Sean Price - Grown Man Palettes lyrics

[Hook] Sometimes I get so lonely, just thinking by myself X2 [Verse 1: Sean Price] When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall Put my hand in my pants and then I'm scratching my balls Irritation, Gold Bond Powder, medication Twenty pair of kicks, I sent them sh** to Haitians Jacques Cousteau cop rocks of blow Crush it, get dusted then I got to go P, I'm not your average Joe I'm a savage with bad manners, the hammers that blow Type to tote the Glock and use gats You the type to vote Barack cause dude's black And I don't give a f** about a color Eight baby mothers, give a f** about a rubber P the boss, see me floss Blowing heaters off when they gave them Peter Tosh n***a I smack goons naked Sean Price, up nights playin Black Moon records [Hook] [Verse 2: Meyhem Lauren] Priceless paragraphs get written with expensive pens Walk through fences, move relentless, drop extensive gems Probability's a motherf**in' profit Run with broke n***as, won't be money in your pocket Not afraid of heights son, but I'm scared of falling So I'mma stay fly forever n***a keep balling Respect my elevation, I'mma let the wind blow me f** acceleration I don't need gowns to fly Look at my dress code, n***a I'm pa**ed the sky I'm so tomorrow b**h, f** with me next year You love me and it's scary, your fresh fear I am that, Mac-10 rap pop side street jargon 3 for 50, 2 for 35, let's bargain Master of the ocean, my closet's the aquatic center Feisty firearm, pistol with a violent temper Mature palette, crab meat in the guacamole Beggars at the bottom like to say the top is lonely Keep my music raw just like my blue points Each week I'm banging out new joints It's real dick, bottles in ice baths b**hes with nice calves Whole chrome toaster we might blast Queens n***a, every day is a food and wine festival Pearl white flights and the vegetable We saw that, I feel naked when I service my watches Fly sh**, my vehicle's spotless What's good n***a [Hook]