Lyrics:
clutching
Man, you getting owned by me, them boys dead, they don't know my G
Bustin' and joggin' the old Nikes and a girl comin' to us like the whole time
and a wife
They lived a happy life
Singing songs but never the blues
Then one day their lives were taken
By old man carrot and his dirty old turnip gang
Now
To hate on my progress that's a how move
I've had a village mentality since the old school
And it taught me this lesson
One mans ending is another mans
Now I'm doing things that the suckers can't
If I was dead, they'd call it "Dead Man's Rap"
But on the real, Short Dog is back
Funk funky, off
like mayo
Aiyyo, lay-o, the tip is on the way-o
Pinned her legs back, just about to slide in
When the door burst open {*SLAM*} damn it's her
sleep, the devil cuts me close by the teeth
Dead in the morning
Disappear like a baby
Dead in the morning
Disappear like me
Dead in the morning
Disappear
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
I woke up next to a dead body
Roll it out the way and jump out of bed
Strap
brought the flowers for the dead
Niggas heard what i said i brought the flowers for the dead
Man i just have fun wit it i don't fall in love wit it
I keep
Now keep good watch and they kissed her
She heard the dead man say
"Oh look for me by moonlight
Watch for me by moonlight
And I'll come to thee by
Hook
If it wasn't for the
Way we all were brought up
Magnetized to the corner,
Pulled by the metal on us
Shit, I'd probably be dead by now
Yeah, I'd
Live by the pen die by my pen now.
Leaders of the old world,
Facing disorder
They wine bout the way things are,
Scared of a new world order
Ow (gone babe)
They wanna get my ass dead or alive
You know he really tried to take me down by surprise
I bet he missioned with the CIA
He
to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket, weighing
who lost his head
He set sail all the way and back from the island of the dead
Heed the words of a rambling old mad man who lost his head
He set sail
of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions
deserted
Artillery man
Is everybody dead ?
Journalist:
Not everybody
Look !
Six cannons with gunners standing by
Artillery man:
It's bows and arrows
working down in the corner cafe
You drove by in a Chevrolet
Whistle at me as my hips go sway
Lana Del Rey, how you get that way?
How you get that way?
I
of Fog... My tears are turning into ice... Oh, my Land, think about it: you are able to bring a dead man to tears! Surely that is something important beyond
Ooooooo
I've been travelin
On this road to long dead &gone t.i & j.t
Just trying to find
My way back home BUT
The old me
Is dead and gone
Dead
man is just dead and gone
I am, free now
The new life is singing louder
Death hath no theme song
The old man is just dead and gone
I am, free now
to it and I'm fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Hottest nigga in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill
Illest nigga around,
If you lucky, you get old
Oldtimer told me (yeah)
You ain't gon' be able to fuck the same
Drink the same
Hang out the same
I'm like, once a man
with a whole new hatred for blondes
But bias? I hate all bi-es the same baby, come on
Excuse the pun, but bi- is such a broad statement
And I am
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