Lyrics:
The spread's too high is nothing I just tease 'em
More celebratin' this year and less grieving
But I'm always down for a funeral
For a nigga hatin' while I'm
come running in your fright
Seeking shelter from the night
And you search each passing face
For a sign someone could care
But they rush by in their
were up to no good at all
It was so good til the fall
What's the matter with loving you
Been out for one or two moves in the games you been playing
I
What?
Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
Oh no (Oh no)
Oh god (Oh god)
Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
(Yeah, Woah, Talmbout)
Pray for my boys in the land (Land)
I pray for my gang
there from the start for me
And your love's always been true as can be
I give my heart to you
I give my heart 'cause nothing
Can compare in this
solo with a grin while I wave goodbye
I'm the black sheep
I'm good for nothing
I'm a bad seed
But I'm good for some things
Black sheep black sheep
They
It's over
They say they won't control you
Goddamn I'm taking over
Got bands like paper rolling
Your man don't do nothing for it, so what's he here
bluffin bluffin
When you say we could be something
But we're nothing
Cause you're no good for me (you're no good for me)
And I'm far too good for you (too
Bumpin' and humpin' like it's nothing, feel like a asthmatic
69 her favorite, that's simple mathematics
And she can tell by my eyes I love that ass-clapping
friend
With an eye socket full of needles
And a will to die for nothing
And that's glory
Abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable
For common slum cats
tight let me pop them buttons
You can ride my elevator bay-bee cause it
Ain't nothing for me to freak you, up and down
We going between sheets boo,
Don't you feel it growing, day by day
People getting ready for the news
Some are happy, some are sad
Oh, we got to let the music play
What
to someone
Tell me I'm overreacting and I'm mad for nothing
This is what it feels like when you love someone
Proof is in the pudding so why do I keep eating
good figures
From ganglands, where opps get pushed in wood chippers
Hold court in the streets, laws different from congress
Endorsed by another source
Rocking for the 845
When we skateboard by
Gotta stay more fly
Than the next one
Waiting on our ****
Keep it hot
Hold it down for the squad
'Cause you
That's the one, oy
How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe?
Way too close for me, oh well at least they allowed me through
Should
That's the one, oy
How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe?
Way too close for me, oh well at least they allowed me through
Should
That's the one, oy
How did he not find the baggy, with his hand in my shoe?
Way too close for me, oh well at least they allowed me through
Should
the good times go..)
You see the world so narrow that you have no guts to swallow
that the world changes around us all
There´s nothing more to see
...without
couch, indoor allowed and a loud pack
Good batch rare in South and that
Made a home out this house and trap
They just pose for the gram and I snap on da
have to pay
Devils near, I have to pray
Devils near, Well he might prey
So day, by day, I got to take
Really needing patience, I'm just waiting for
good
Yeah, we're good
Yeah, we could, yeah, we could
Yeah, we could, yeah, we could
Yeah, we could
So many arguments over nothing, I've stopped
kill good man, no shame
I'm not with the talking, I'm straight with the business
I came up from nothing, this shit was a struggle
Saw my first murder it
performing my tunes
Fresh off a heart break a bounce back sounded good
By the end of July
The internship was over and my only coworker in the mall stopped
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