Lyrics:
when there's two dimensions
There's only one I'm missing
And if you feel alone
You don't have to feel that no more
I just wanna see you like that
when there's two dimensions
There's only one I'm missing
And if you feel alone
You don't have to feel that no more
I just wanna see you like that
when there's two dimensions
There's only one I'm missing
And if you feel alone
You don't have to feel that no more
I just wanna see you like that
on her private story
I dust that chick, she got no grace (let me see what spring is like on Jupiter, Jupiter)
See her ex man, she got no taste
Hip dip,
And these are the two I gotta apprehend
A big boy from Hollis promised not to tell
And lead these cops on a long long trail
Spoonie saw Gina and the chick
the way?
(chorus)
And its like that I?m telling ya
That?s the way it went down, down down
And it?s like that I?m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is
it, man a chick can catch
Fire like Katniss Everdeen
No chicks can catch fire like any
One of my ex girls
Me, I couldn't breath, I needed space
That was
the slammer
I couldn't make a sandwich
Eating chicken cacciatore
Baby true story
I been in my feelings
Hives in my mind
But there's no penicillin
Cuffing
summer, even though there's two weeks until school starts. This isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
of times
He'd brag a grip bout getting chicks
And laid the same night
Other homies told me he cool
But felt the snake in his vibe
Heard stories bout him
but embarrassed by my past in fact
Had a flashback the only time I hit an ass this fat
A chick was fucking with my nigga so he had to brag
Semester
Let my body grow
Putting together two blades of a feather
Then pulling apart just to put on a show (ah)
That's how the story will go (ah)
The dog
became infected
Now front and center, direct and live
Search warrant executed, boy facing two to five
Here's a little story that must be told
All that
Just like the ceiling, she's my fan
She could be my only fan
Cheeks got rosy other chicks could turn around they couldn't show me
Attracted but they
[Joi Starr (Ghostface Killah)]
I, can't, leave these streets alone, no more (Yeah, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Aiyo, I'm skinned up, Nikes is
Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may
Been down this road twice
Both times I paid the price
Had my heart sliced concise
I no longer believe in Christ
Hook 2x
Girl ya heart cold
Cus She
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
and another to go
You just walk one fast and the other one slow
One talk and a monologue too
It is one by one make it two for you
All we ever want is the truth
starve for that
No time for riff raft
Got money then ya get that
Get mine and pile it in a big bag
Stack it tall till it hit the roof
The truth you see
Got the club dabbing, they can't get enough
She wanna be my main chick, but I ain't trying to cuff, nah
First round, lights out
Two shots, light one
fight
In the ring, I'm fighting Faze Rug (2 milli)
2 milli
(5 milli, 5 milli) , 2 milli (5 milli
We manage you) oh, okay, 5 milli manages me
Yeah, I gotta
self you ain't scared when I run in
your chick I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd
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