Lyrics Recovery - Stann Smith

Recovery

Yo, yo, yo, wuddup boy?
Haa!
I’m glad to see you over here baby
Yeah, you know they couldn’t hold you there for long
Yo don' worry man you said you out
Just get your shirt, get your book-bag, and get your stuff together
And I’ma be there baby
Don' worry about it, huh
I’m on my way to pick you up
No Sitting Duck stuff
Chicks hittin' me up
They tryna find out the Hideout
They wanna see what’s up
But I’ma drop you by ya fam'
You’ll catch him by surprise when you open the door, oh man
And we can have a party with some shorties
No Bacardis or no 40s cause the halfway house’ll call me
It’s important that you stay away from pouring alcohol
Inside your cup
And you know I care too much
To see you stuck
And you my Brother
Not Blood but know you one of
My Closest
Couldn’t bear to see you under covers
In comas so you know I’m gonna show you tough love
I rather see you tougher then six feet under
Here’s my number whenever you can’t slumber hit me up we could discuss anything
that you wanna
I wanna let you know that I love ya
And I’m glad to see you on the other side
I catch you next time
This one’s for my mans outside of a jam
You’ll overcome this and recover cause united we stand
And that’s word to the mother when ya out
We gon' kick it like a ticket — run the town
This one for my mans outside of a jam
You’ll overcome this and recover cause united we stand
And that’s word to the mother when ya out
We gon' kick it like a ticket — rollin' round
Caught Up with him later on
Took em to the spot chicks was waiting on
Us ready to get their temptation on
Routine stop for Magnums
She bout to get blasted why she asking — stupid questions
You could tell that its telepathic
Friction we inflict charismatic
Handle my business
No candle or incense when I’m finish she fishing for passion
Glad to see my homie back
Tapping chicks after we expel gel we Netflixing with Potato chips
She tell me buy some liquor
She subside after the eye I give her
She ask why I tell her mind her business
How I figure his shot feelings need penicillin
Re ensure him things is normal
Though its awkward and different
Kick them chickens out the Crib
For Dissing My Nig'
No Disrespect her head too big I had to check her
Thinking she salt n pepper
Just an ordinary heffer
Don’t worry cause things gon' be better
Aight!