Three 30 Ninety 1
Recorded this on my phone. Thank y'all for the birthday love I really appreciate it. These are the lyrics. Happy Birthday Sean, here's to another momentum year. It's been exactly 28 years ago this Saturday morning around 9am that I brought you into this world. To tell the truth I just wanna make my momma proud. And chill wit my niggas sittin under marijuana clouds. Any given place where that fake ish is not allowed. Conversation, bass and the taste of a lot of loud. That's no hate, because everybody got love. I rock the club, rock the stage, and I rock the crowd. And jot this poetic justice like Pac because I wanna be a better father to my father than my pop's was. Rest in peace and tell em you bread a beast. Unchained, forever leashed. The pain will never cease. My aim is at the East I shoot for the rising sun. They still shoot for the moon Father look what I've become. Maybe I might be numb, or maybe I might be dumb. Or maybe I might be crazy, but am I the only one? Maybe the two who made me in 91 are who gave me My perrumpumpumpum God I'm beating on my mighty drum. You can be Happy and Prosperous in all that you do. This is Mom's Birthday wish for you, My Son.. Loving you always.
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Recorded this on my phone. Thank y'all for the birthday love I really appreciate it. These are the lyrics. Happy Birthday Sean, here's to another momentum year. It's been exactly 28 years ago this Saturday morning around 9am that I brought you into this world. To tell the truth I just wanna make my momma proud. And chill wit my niggas sittin under marijuana clouds. Any given place where that fake ish is not allowed. Conversation, bass and the taste of a lot of loud. That's no hate, because everybody got love. I rock the club, rock the stage, and I rock the crowd. And jot this poetic justice like Pac because I wanna be a better father to my father than my pop's was. Rest in peace and tell em you bread a beast. Unchained, forever leashed. The pain will never cease. My aim is at the East I shoot for the rising sun. They still shoot for the moon Father look what I've become. Maybe I might be numb, or maybe I might be dumb. Or maybe I might be crazy, but am I the only one? Maybe the two who made me in 91 are who gave me My perrumpumpumpum God I'm beating on my mighty drum. You can be Happy and Prosperous in all that you do. This is Mom's Birthday wish for you, My Son.. Loving you always.
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