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12-12-84
Ten o'clock at night
Funny how you can remember 
Certain moments in your life
I wish I could go back
To take back the words i said
Summoned through a keyhole
In a lunchbox for three
Take me to your followers             
And the swingset police
You can't see the weather
My son, instead of crying be strong 
Be brave and comfort your mother 
Don't cry for the tears are wasted 
Let not also the years be wasted
inside your fear 
Can't take back all those years 
Shots in the dark from empty guns 
Never heard by anyone 
Never heard by anyone 

Yeah I'm hiding
Cancel Your Plans
I Got Brick Squad With Me, Bring All Of Your Friends
Where The Bitchs At? Let’s All Get Wasted
Hella Lights Flashing, They Know I’m
the years
Chance for me to escape from all I know
And uh holding back the tears yeah
Cause nothing here is wrong, oh Lord

I've wasted all my tears yeah
and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own
Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone

So you can
getting old
Worrying about your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up
And good ain't good
took the road so it's alright by me 
Some are survivors, some are debris 
If you play in a band that's the road that you take 
Living in it, eating in
and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own
Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone

So you can
and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own
Sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone

So you can
and save the night
Cause I don't leave
When the morning comes, it doesn't 
Seem to say an awful lot to me

[Repeat: x12]
All alone 

By expressive
foreign land
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Fourteen years Here Jalal Jalal Babydoctor
And you count out the years you've been deprived of your hand
1 2
what can I do but take you to strive
Ay que hago! I hope the streets don't take me alive
You wasted your life and refused the struggle while 
I aim
I got no sense of time
The second hand slaps
Me, oh, so silly

And insults my character now
For I like my
Mood to lead me

I walk into your room
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!

Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?

A king pimp's been here for years representin'
road)
They took the road so it's alright by me
(The road)
Some are survivors, some are debris
(The road)
If you play in a band that's the road that
you finally die by my hand
It's a breath of life to this land
All the wasted years
Come back as tears
In a heavy sigh of relief

Another day
When
followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up
And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
the years, I learned to pace it
Get kinda tipsy, but not that wasted
I like beer, but I love malt liquor
'cause malt liquor, get me drunk quicker
Stop
a place to stay
Dear pacific day, won't you take me away?

Small town hearts of the New Year
Brought down by gravity, crystal clear
City fog and brave
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. The 12 king pimp commandments!

Uh
It's pimp gator
Peep the ?

A king pimp's been here for years representin'
starts to disappear
The devil takes your hand and says, no fear
Have another shot, just one more beer
I've been there, that's why I'm here

This ole boy
followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin' like our collars up
And good ain't good enough, and your hood ain't hood enough