Lyrics:
touch
I just want to hear you breathing
Way to much
You give me such a rush
Just another day
Tryna get by
Just another day
Tryin' to fly
I don't know what
I been sitting with these feelings for too many months
Thinking 'bout the love we shared when we was twenty one
We would travel 'round the globe,
a couple of rails, do a line of it later
These are the breaks, the game's in a sling
Y'all motherfuckers better kneel, kiss the ring
Fans want me to do
ears to hear
Style bring style from around the aisle
Nice with the verse so I keeps the fat purse
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Sometimes I get these ill energy
over seas ain't no limit with we
Sometimes I think of one day of what we may be
Ain't gon rush baby girl we gon take our time
Never met someone like
Kids nasty reminiscing over golden shower
Talk smooth enough to move a kilo or flower
Time Square rush hour, big gun, little men
And cowards
Paid back
liquor
I write these verses in blood
I got chapters for days 'cause my heart is a biblical scripture
And I ain't a prophet but I can predict
That
sure
If I could change by now
Life's not that easy but, managed to make you proud
I didn't rush
I wait my turn
I kept my word
To keep in touch
spectating
But I won't lie, and say I'm not thinking about sex making
It was on my mind real strong, but I don't want to rush
We can remain friends, for a real
essence
Living by this mission its hard to miss the blessings
Caressing the mic like a newlywed wife
Ink flows from my pen in hopes to truly shed light
Upon
a masquerade
Banging our heads against the wall
These are the days we rush to come of age
No turning back, but I recall
A place of midsummer madness
the fuck out, if you want the foreigners gone
I paint the White House black and park my car on the lawn
Marry a Muslum girl and fuck her five times a day
and break neck
Bed-Stuy, BestBuy, clique and rush the {?}
Rip up the pavement, throw the whole block on you
Pop up, you gotta get it
Like Ricky in "Boyz N
Fuck these niggas
I don't give a fuck about nothin
And you either
This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers
We all got em,
The fuck you sweating on my final choice?
Aussie rules baby, fact is, the goals is beside the points
You dig? I'm deep, they shovel you shit by the week
We
to survive everybody on the streets wants me to die
Never did I cry, puffing on tie getting me high seeing these devils in the sky
Walking by spreading
to survive everybody on the streets wants me to die
Never did I cry, puffing on tie getting me high seeing these devils in the sky
Walking by spreading
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
purgatory, the story described by the Catholics?
Or Nirvana that Buddhists honor in both theory and practice?
Like I study in my college philosophy classes
to survive everybody on the streets wants me to die
Never did I cry, puffing on tie getting me high seeing these devils in the sky
Walking by spreading
(kiss)
To platform two
Oh, I, I'll meet you
Then we'll, we'll go strolling
Hold on, baby
I think it's clear as I step back in time
To days gone by
best dust off
Crew got rejected, security checks
Yes we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked
Fire escapist, save a quick rush job
Sneak in half my
Death before dishonor
Never betray for dollars
Stash for rainy days, keep away from cowards
Son, we takin' ours
Nobody givin' us a damn thing
I ain't
like dodge city, not pretty
But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise
(Verse 2-Napoleon)
Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with
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