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the snowman Karen made
Is melting by the roadside
On the wind a serenade
Of children's voices singing I believe
I believe in love
I believe

On Christmas
shinin

chorus

My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing Karens head jerking
Disturbing me while I'm working
This clouds lurking over me
made to clap you

Nas is coming
Nas is coming
Nas is coming
Nasty Nas is coming
Nas is coming
Nas is coming
Nas is coming
Nas is coming
Nasty Nas is
Lord only knows
Our time is coming
When this road we're on will turn to a street of gold

Long as we keep love alive
Something tells me we'll
We sharing Sharon at the Sheraton
'Cause sharing is caring and Karen is staring at me
I know she feeling embarrassed
Grab her by the neck, say
No money coming in
It's all going out
I'm standing on the corner
In the shadow of doubt
The streetlight's broken
And my heart is gone
Fate is
it anyway
I'm coming straight from Oakland, see-A
Ain't no other way, like my girl Shante 
She lives in Atlanta, but she comes from the Bay
Let me
coming straight from Oakland, see-A
Ain't no other way, like my girl Shante
She lives in Atlanta, but she comes from the Bay
Let me hit that hometown
of means
Dogmatical authoritarians dictate the cities remains 

A promise
To go to heaven won't put salvation in sight 

Whirlwind is coming down on me
don't even know your name

Don't play with me, I've nothing to lose Khanada, I'll get by
It ain't no ones day, coming so soon Khanada, I'll get by
I
on the shit
And that's where the money came from

48, 48, 48 states I get it in
48, 48, 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr. Treat your nose
If you
By betting on the land of the free
Yeah the USA is here for you and me
Flowin the best, no one contest, I'm blowin' ya vest
Until I die, I'll be high off drugs
Money bought me everything but couldn't buy me love
My niggas
this letter, hoping your okay
Sent to the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine everyday
And we'll get to know each
this letter, hoping your okay
Sent to the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine everyday
And we'll get to know each
I believe I'm John Wayne
They call me John Wayne

You know you've got it coming
I'll tell it to you straight
I'm coming for you very soon
I'll
Can you divide the meaning
By the number of your words?
The money in your pocket
By the masters that you serve?
Its not the destination,
Its
Step by step, rung by rung 
Climbing Jacob's ladder

Coming over the airwaves
The man says I'm overdue
Sing along, send some money
Join the chosen
Step by step, rung by rung 
Climbing Jacob's ladder

Coming over the airwaves
The man says I'm overdue
Sing along, send some money
Join the chosen
knows
Our time is coming
When this road we're on will turn to the street of gold

As long as we keep love alive
Something tells me we'll survive
but the doggone river was dry
I had me a woman she couldn't be untrue
She made me for money and she made me blue
A man needs a woman that he can lean
on
The trees wait by the freeway
All the money is all gone
Well she told me she would leave me
I ignored all the signs
And now everybody's talking
Kush and a swisha
Money over bitches
Never kill a woman
Unless she is a witness
All about my business
Survival of the fittest
She let me hide my weed
Coming down new sound
Should be thankful
Dirty riffs Dirty beats Dirty samples
Sell out show take the money
Then we cancel
Frontrows-backrows
this letter, hoping your okay
Sent to the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine everyday
And we'll get to know each