Lyrics:
the Citgo (?), on Wyoming
street,Big sacks, big gats and some artillery.
All the lil niggas Got big niggas, like Junior
and B. All old niggas showed us ropes
Don't get me wrong
If I'm looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by
Don't get me wrong
If you say hello and I take a ride
Upon
forgetting all of the rules
Possessed by pussy
Greed and drugs and never letting them lose
Cruise ships got surveillance when we
Vacate with the aliens
Cuz you can't sit behind me
I done been on more rocky roads
Than Kansas City side streets
Dem niggas got it out the mud I Got it off the concrete
Same
One of those nights when you want to get black out
One of those nights when you just don't care
One of those nights you don't think about tomorrow
see what I'm seeing?
Or are you distracted by the poverty stricken streets and deep depression that we in?
I see survivors of the worst conditions
borrowed by kids of tomorrow
Looking for my stories and her morals
Mine is the joys and the sorrows
My stories are the best in the wereld
My stories are
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth
No one could look
Pretty woman walking down the street
Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet
Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not so good
No one could look
'Cause you don't know who could be in that crowd
Just waiting for a comment you might make
Only listening for a word said by mistake
And tomorrow
get set up by the ones you hang with
Livin' for tomorrow been the motto since I was in cradle
When it's time to go I hope you get my message
I'll be right back
Now put the bad mouth on me, run from me
I'll be sitting on a stoop watching the world go by
And I'm halfway finished with my
the challenges I've been through
Where I know every corner
Every street-name
All by heart
And so it is a part of my
Courageous plan to leave
With a broken
bars go over heads like Michelangelo painting a ceiling
Life's like a motion picture, we're blinded by Smoke 'n' Mirrors
And lies that were told
Stranger outta stories
Has just talked himself dry
Half of him will make it to LA
By tomorrow
The rest of him will have to make
A beg, steal or borrow
Hey Ma,
I got a new job
Keeping me happy
Fighting for the rights of the ones who need it the most It's what I always wanted to do
Finally living by
a killer
Standing by my side like you made for a nigga
Why I always end up putting faith in a sinner when it's bad times?
I just keep fucking even though
up the corner
And a Woolies down the street
And a brand new place they've opened up
Where they regulate the heat
But I'd trade them all tomorrow
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
tomorrow
And I have a good feeling it won't
Then I'm gonna have to ride I-5
All the way back home
When I die bury my bones underneath my grandma's
It's hard to help but see
God played a trick on me
Walking up the street to the diner to eat
Expecting nothing but a five dollar feast
She took
From the grasp of tomorrows fold
Outside your windows down your lonely broken streets
Cross the paths with the sterile minions of anachronistic beats
(Clap your hands y'all, it's alright)
If tomorrow is judgment day (Sing Mommy)
And I'm standing on the front line
And the Lord asks me what I
are all singing
As they drag you by your feet
But the Hangman isn't hanging
And they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again
Wheels
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