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sha stimuli - bucket list lyrics

i wanna talk to y’all and make y’all feel my pain
i wanna see the world, i wanna entertain
i wanna make you laugh, i wanna make you smile
i wanna help my fam, i wanna raise a child
i wanna walk the aisle, i want the finest wife
i wanna die for a cause then rewind my life
twist the hands of time, do things i shoulda done
i knew i shoulda shot, i wish i didn’t run
i had a couple deals, now i wanna touch a mil
do a s-x scene with lauren london and f-ck for real
i wanna be in love. but i’m still stuck in hate
i want one woman, not 28
i wonder why they call you late, when you leave
i hope god calls me late, don’t grieve
i wanna show up at my wake, better yet i wanna be awake
let me finish this is sorta like my bucket list, when karma hits
i’m a feel like a contradictor sometimes i’m a conscious spitter
we not brothers, but i don’t wanna call you n-gg-rs
don’t wanna be your favorite, rather be your father figure
i want to be a legend, i wanna write a book
i wanna keep flowin’, i don’t wanna kick the hook
i wanna touch your souls, forget goin’ gold
i don’t even want a plaque, nah don’t believe that
i really wanna speak to the creator, well i handled that
on that song now i just want her to answer back
i used to want my slope back, the retro kids stole that
i wanted to go on 106, i wanted to smash p-rno chicks
i used to want a corny hit record, now i wanna save lives
and have kobe bryant in my fave five
i wanted a sitcom, now i want a tv station
i wanted to own land, now i want my own nation
wanted to play ball, now i wanna buy a team
i wanna make it just to tell another child to dream
i want to put the fear of h-ll fire inside a fiend
i wanna put the fear of gun fire inside a teen
sometimes i wanna scream and learn to sing
i really want to hit the movie screen and jump in the ring
i want to box, i wanna study jujitsu i wanna sky dive
i, really don’t want to die i want 9 lives
wanna join the mile high club, run for office one day
just for nothin’ i wanna gun-b-tt an officer
i wanna offer bread to the needy, jobs to the felons
go to restaurants and pay people’s tabs and not tell ’em
i want my pockets embellished
i wanna quiet my fetish for hoochies and getting head
everyday i wanna get better look!
i wanna meet barack, i wanna leave my block
i said i didn’t, but i want this cd to pop
i wanna see my pops, you wanna see me stop
i want my moms to see me, see myself up on the top
i don’t wanna stop, i don’t wanna stop,
i don’t wanna start sh-t but i don’t wanna stop

i’m stopping there

- sha stimuli lyrics

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