Lyrics:
to the man in the long black coat
One, two...
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It's true sometimes you can see it that way
People don't live
my son)
You're my number one
(You're my number one)
Man I love you son
(Man I love you son)
Now I got you by my side
I ain't never letting go
(I
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
I can never ever live without it
surrounded by they jealousy Even though I couldn't be a jealous king
Turned king gen to king pin I'm out of it
No Patience it's hatred that I'm clouded with
bring it to the owner
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (bah, bah)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (mm-mm)
Fuck that, man, I don't
Livestock drop from the sickness that I got when I pass by
That's right, my shit is the plague, mister; a Citizen Kane figure
They take liquor, mix it with
world, believe me
Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
where I'm from and that be all that I know
Free Vaughn, he holding up, they got him locked down the road
Hood story, when I see Jeff, he like, what more
tend to work for all the ones who like to wig it
*samples cut and scratched by Alamo, including
"I got a story I want to tell you", "I
like to tell
of salt
The pharaohs live 900 years
The pharaohs live 900 years
But who calls that living
When no gal's gonna give in
To no man who wants 900 years
I'm
between space and time
Just a cosmic object, of zero importance
A wink of the cosmos is our whole life before us
50 years, a man's life
Already lived that
aboarded by a horde of pirates from the cove
I swore that I was born to ride those colors, I was like a trope
Proved that I could do it, I was smooth
Hopin' that it don't get shut
By these police makin' raids on those of us who know what's up
My lil' uzi weighs a ton, man, I truly ain't the one
My
sellin' out your man when he
The reason you got on (I ain't trippin')
You know they say
That gangsters don't live that long
But how can I be here homes
If I
alone
Man ain't been calling me, no Culkin
Live by, then die by, plus pussyholes are informers
That's why all the soldiers keep fallin'
(Oh my God)
world, believe me
Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
theses dubs, take a play from Klay Thompson
I got Taydoe, I got Jaybo
And we came for every peso
By the case load
This don't work
Then drop the load, Jeff
an addict, this Gucci purse gon' get her geeked
Thick with an ass
She is a Betty Shabazz
Pretty as Coretta Scott
All that I got, she got the face
I'm willing to take a chance
I'm willing to give you my heart again
The sacrifices that I took for you turned me into a man
You showed me how to love
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
my rhyme and get the hell away
Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her
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