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of losing a fight
cs long as you're there when I get home
cs long as you're by my side
Then I got no where to go
So I bought two tickets to rock
I've got two
that's all right
Because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's all right
Because I love the way you lie
I love
back
And fake what just happened
So I'm packing
Yep I'm packing packing packing all I've got
I've got a one way ticket to hell so I can rot
Rot in
like I don't care baby by the way, uh
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel
one, living Psalms one let's do it. Psalms one, living Psalms one.
Fightin the wickedness within is the ticket, fightin the wicked nature without how
a bump that's funky
And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee
A bass freak would say ?Oohwee,
Peace to do 'cause I like the way you
said this is some bullshit as he gave me the ticket
He said have a nice day and walked away
I said yea right and drove away
And then I turned my radio
And even though we're not together to this day
I would die to make her happy happiness is overrated
Let's face it no better way to phrase it
Been to hell
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just another reflection in the window
Watchin' the trees pass by the tempo
Got a round trip ticket out to limbo
And I'm getting close
tripping
Acting like I'm on my lonely
I stay with a unit
Can't do it by myself
Takes a group to start a movement
Don't know where to go
I need you to show
you probably playing track one
Because you can go through this album and find zero fucking flaws
And I kinda feel like Malcolm the way I picked you off
of curse words
Old folks see me and they say that I'm a heathen
Bi-ch I am a God and my lady is a goddess
Can tell by my dreads, rudeboy kind of wicked
rimes sur un bout de papier
Et j'me sens libre
Please leave me alone
Doing my thing writing my songs
I'm in peace I'm in my zone
I'm free
H.E murder beats
the damn cops)
Dem a call us, dem a call us
The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, 'cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by
It's all the same
Money my way
Making it rain
Prayers away
Don't act insane
Just because we can rhyme
Don't make us musicians we got a long way
then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by
on them bows
Got that zaza in
Cop it by the ten
Got a lot of it
Heard that I'm the ticket lil bro tryna witness it
Gotta double down when I stack I can
weekend at their local next door
The promoter asks how many tickets I could sell
I say 'the biggest crowd you've ever had'
But then I sell only two
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
I've been through mad different phases like mazes, to find my way
And now I know that happy days are
know that you gon' take care
Of anything I need, of your family
Can I have some tickets to your next show?
Would you stand with me?
Can I have some money
my spot is hidden
Red light, green light, passing by just hoping for collisions yea
Get up out my way, yea get up out my business now
I ain't trynna
was
At so I had to trap
I used to traffic drugs like CVS before GPS
Plus was stuck in my ways
(Waze) before I had the app
I'm from uptown
But now in
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way
we gon' get by the boat, The drugs can get anything that you need
Keep poppin' these shits, I think I need a spleen My mom said I'm addict, I got
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