Lyrics:
stars
I had plans to meet an angel down in San Antone
But folks here in these city streets
Sure makin me feel at home, home sweet home
Where the armadillo
I stand on everything I said, well, I'ma stay up
Tryna take my homie out the country 'cause he cased up
My other brother, life inside a cell, they
Feel like the Phoenix right now
Max Escobar
Harlem.
AV music.
Let's start with your truth rocking my jewels top of the news still abide by
Me and all my friends down by the river, fourteen running through the streets
Living on a prayer in a teenage wasteland, trying not to bust
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never could
get to see is same
Country-people dem; how we wan' see peace?/ When we can't settle differences at home at Least?/
Police brutality be all we see
I am broadcasting
The law in our own hands
To all the countries of the world
Give you message on message
Hate to hate on my street
I want to create
have a sing a long )
Time sure waits for no one
55 , (touching wood , counting my lucky stars )
Great to be alive
(With friends like you by my side)
The place she called home was high on a hill
Way up in a big house under the trees
Days in the sun, she's seen by the river
Reading a book
it's not) not made by hand
I got a mother, a sister and a brother
Who have gone to that sweet home
And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
it's not) not made by hand
I got a mother, a sister and a brother
Who have gone to that sweet home
And I am determined to go and see them, good Lord
want to crib me, way out in the country
I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights
Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right
but not in my phone.
I'll have a broke muthafucka run in ya home.
For a crumb and a bone and put one in ya dome.
One in ya dome. One in ya dome
One in
the progress of the planets
Around that boogie woogie moon
I called her my Nubian princess
Gave her some sweet back fatass jive
Spent the next seven years
coming home
Through the Donner Pass in the summertime
Away from Lake Tahoe, the birds, they fly
The elevation climbs
Driving into the sun, my mind goes
won't have it
I'm like, quit bugging
That's my cousin
She runs a country club in Dublin
That's on the other side of the ocean
So, to negate your notion
No
Abandoned by gypsies in Wyoming
Mama in a box im coming home in
You always said that you Wanted to see your son one more time
Well reach into my
Abandoned by gypsies in Wyoming
Mama in a box I'm coming home in
You always said that you wanted to see your son one more time
Well reach into my
of 16 Z's
3.5 To 28 Gs
All My niggas Starve So we All Gone Eat
In the Trap All Day So It Aint No Sleep
Dare A nigga Try Bitch Aint Shit Sweet
When
my shit, just like money ain’t nothin’ (It ain’t nothin’, yeah)
(Lesgo, uh)
Young legend go by the name ChanChan
You might be sneak dissin’, but I
mine and heaven too
You give me your arms and your arms are like angel wings
Sweet to my ears is the song every bluebird sings
Each rosebud kissed
mine and heaven too
You give me your arms
And your arms are like angel wings,
Sweet to my ear is the song ev'ry bluebird sings
Each rosebud kissed
Back it up on me just a little bit
I’m sipping on my drink got the brandy
Back it up on me just a little bit
And I got a sweet view of you eye candy
culture, build the homeless a home
I'm not runnin', for Congress or the President
I'm just here, to tell the world, how my story went
You see, first it
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