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hesitating
This is the kiss off

Boy
Thanks for hesitating
You'll never know the real story
Just a couple of dreams
You get up and sleep

You can, by
hesitating
This is the kiss off

Boy
Thanks for hesitating
You'll never know the real story
Just a couple of dreams
You get up and sleep

You can, by
the story of my life

These are the last words I have to say
Before another age goes by
With all those other songs I'll have to play
Ain't that the story
why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how
Ha feel me?

I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize
South of the border and busted
Caught by a woman I trusted
Now, don't you call me a fool
It could have happened to you
It's just my luck
It had
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
why don't you kick some of that shit, nigga only you know how
Ha feel me?

I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize
why don't you kick some of that s***, n**** only you know how
Ha feel me?

I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight
Some Alize
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
Like a medicine in times of war, helps me get over
The sweetest sounds I ever heard, my joy, my heart, my music
Like a medicine in times of war,
Till anybody came around
Welcome... It's here

Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story
"Now in stores"
Make us
The King of Oblivion
(Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)

Between the refuge of the interstate overpass
And the Sun State building
why'out my pretty kitten 
Now? ( N'yot N'yow! ) Oh! 
Come why'out, come why'out, 
Come why'out our croonin' kitten 
We will serenade the moon! N'yot N'yow!
and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning disgusting
Wildchild
, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey
(this thing right is the story of some everyday hood things)
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by
everybody came around
Welcome
It's here

Last summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story, "now in stores"
Make us poster
lovers began
I began, to feel her body shake in my hand
Body language, it's so hard trying to understand
Usually after sex, it's a good feel
Took by
there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, he could change your life

With all these beats I did, at least let him hear
At least you
the motherfucker"
And family members askin for my papers
But biz set them straight, by makin' "the vapors"
Girls cryin' pregnant, to get some of my green
I'm
a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind he could change your life
With all these beats I did at least let him hear it
At least you could brag
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit

Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit

Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car parked
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
try to get it right

Dre promised me records, I never got 'em
That's why I had nightmares that a nigga shot him
For all my albums missed records
Felt he
my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You know Jay would never put your album out