Lyrics:
of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction, taking you day by day
She says nothing's forever in this crazy world
’m a machine
Going at the machine that I rage against
Shoving poison down our throat, I shouldn't play the fence
Yeah so my God is esteemed
From a song
I can't get the taste of you
I can't get the sound of you
I can't get the thought of you
clways want what I can't have
I guess that's how we're
spinning
DVD
I be flowing
Straight from the soul
From LA to Houston
Cp3
CEO bitch I'm a boss
She want that bone like I'm Ross
Go peep the reference my nigga
concepts, new tools, new weapons
By analyzing the past, Sage can project into the future
I used to think that rappers had it figured out
Brass Monkey,
(goddamn!)
I keep on examining your actions (I'm examining your actions
Written by: Nwabeke [Kaylheb] Caleb
flicks from a groupie at any time
(anyway)
You let it go your love let it show
Let it be known when I come home you better be ready yo
DVD's Hennessy
flee the city?
Why did I instead drink the poison favored by the jury?
Why did I propose my own death penalty?
Do I know that I know nothing?
Is
there's children at your place
One mustn't compromise with evil
And the rational is the good
But just a drop of mysticism is
Like poison in your food
You
Nigga trynna slime me out like we got beef
If u want smoke lil nigga, den pushup and come see
Rockout wit dat 9 on me by the tree
Know I got it
actions just makes me want to die
I'm talkin bout the way you used to say my name
I still like how it sounds
But now you always tellin me I've changed
Guess
is by design
Saw it all on a underground message board
When i saw it all unfold i was honestly floored
By how this "truth" was completely ignored by
When I said, We are imprisoned
By a lack of imagination
I meant we have a hard time dreaming
We drink too much poison
Because we don't know where
that he actin'
I want the smoke I want the action
You niggas so pussy it's getting tragic
Walk with the techs I'm bringing static
Walk with the stick
at the Feds?
On the D/L, what the hell dead ?
Screamin' "Hell" with the angel's death still bodies trail
City wants the killas be killas
But though, I
They made their home there down by the riverside
They made their homes there down by the riverside
The city sprang up from the dark mud of the Thames
I
just want a bad bitch with some "bad hair"
These cigarettes I'm smoking, the cancer's not rare
These cigarettes I'm smoking, I'm loving that air
Poison
Look I don't even know what I want to say
Y'all like rooks in a chess game only movin' one way
So ima ask you to meet me halfway and concur this
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
By Twelve than carried by six
You gotta run real hard to style like this
I got my Gucci on and it match my kicks
It's Mr PoloSport XL type fit
I told
down by the riverside
They made their homes there down by the riverside
The city sprang up from the dark mud of the Thames
I'll say it again
(Ha ha ha,
breeds for me
So B is me, now tbt, I grew up watching DVD’s
Just being me and chillin as a kid who’s now at the CV
I don’t get A’s, just BCD’s, I like
get it (Back in action)
Back in action, back in action
We like that, back in action
Back in action (Action)
Let me talk my shit (Woo, woo)
Or did I
I show you how to do this youngin
How you want it my sneaks is nine hundred
These ain't Gucci baby these is the Louis
In the kitchen with the white
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