Lyrics:
someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
Oh my god I just love Thahomie
Sandy beaches and sunsets
Atlantic ave posted wit my niggas we all fresh
Sandy beaches and sunsets
Atlantic ave
with my wicked dope flows
So if you want a chance at real love, then get at me
Don’t waste your time with them lames, girl, they’re all tacky
Pick
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
[Fredro Starr]
Yo! Turn that shit up, word up!
Afficial Nasty Niggas...Fuck Dat!
Ya niggas is dead-ass!
Know what I'm sayin'?
We're payin' my
Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew
on poke she is the Starr of the show
Bands on the floor Drac By The Door yehhh I'm ready to let that bitch blow
I want the money cars clothes hoes draping
No one has the right (To hurt me)
Especially when they say (They love me)
Apologies don't make (Anything better)
So I'll take my love and my life
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Now I got a job and tried to put my money
that he manifest
Used to stay up late by the
Radio and bang my desk
He made me wanna be a part of a movement
Start a foundation, I started a crew with
Knots on me be vacuum sealed
I aint with all that flashing stuff
Don't try come take my drip cause that's how you start leaking bra
Neiman Marcus to city
Early morning pilgrimage to jump on a train,
That’s before night turns to day,
Jump on the Virgin Atlantic,
Or the Cross Country,
It goes New
like Atlantic Starr
New Birth, Wildflower was that jamming shit by far
And Eddie Kendricks' voice will have you singing in your car
I know, I know, I
the mind, got the mic, you're being led by a poet
Give you freedom, give you love like Thomas Sankara
I got a son, I got a wife so I don't need another
Will I
Because of you )
Never mind excuses ( Excuses )
Or abuses ( Abuses )
Don't be fooled ( Don't be fooled )
Is it any wonder ( Wonder )
Why my heart aches
on, fix your hair up pretty
Meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Got me a job, try to put my money away
But I got these debts no honest man can pay
I drew
Hey, remember the brand new bands
Remember that one song, uh, Don't Let It Go To Your Head
Yeah, well, I let it go to my head
I let it go to my head
You pay for shows, I open then get payed by promoters
Grab an eighth and a soda as I escape to the sofa
Love playing various places but man I hate when
me, how worse can I get?
My daughter fault I'm feelin' down
My son cry, I don't want 'em 'round
I ain't dumb, I calm it down, that bitch recordin'
descent
Upon my fathers shouts in dismal display
To fray inside was bad to go out was worse
To seek love and compassion was too far and too much
My fears
scuffed, still bugging
Earlier, around four, how I escaped the bus
The way I fell, cracked the face of my watch, my man's chanting me on
Like run, son, don't
shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don't care what these beats my do
We'll sun you, plus I see right through
It's way it means to me
.jpg/310px-Ringo_Starr_and_all_his_band_(8470843180).jpg "Ringo Starr & His All Starr Band")
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