Lyrics:
from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by
My ear drums
Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
I was standing on their front porch
With the present in my hand
And I didn't think they'd like it
Cause I just
the sun's out
I'm afraid nothing is really gonna change
For it ain't like back in the day
When your best friend would hype the track
Now they waiting right
the past tense
Nigga tell me what that meant
Never mind, your luck
I don't give a fuck anymore, blessing
Used to be dehumanized by human eyes
Now I'm
a spade of spades nigga
[Juvenile]
Boss you wouldn't believe what happend ta me
Last night I got hit for a package of ki's
Who was it? Man I'ont know some
skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil'
You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquent
I'm not good, I'm livin like a hood
And when I kick
You've been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
You've had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You
Think for one fucking second
What the fuck are you doing?
Are you a professional or not? No! No!
Don't shut me up!
Ex-juvenile delinquent
Yes,
He has been in for glory in his first Court appearance
Since he was captured by US Marshals last month
The juvenile court judge decided that He
I have nothing to say
I don't know what to do
While I'm sitting next to you
I wanted to feel
The palm of your hands
My heart beats
Like a marching
(biatch)
Bustin' on paper thin motherfuckers
Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin' on them busters
Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me
love,
Saved by love, saved by love.
I know that she's been saved by love,
Saved by love, saved by love.
Saved by love.
There's nothing quite like
of hash
Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
'Cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit a lot
I
sensação yhhhh yhhhhhh
Eu Sou músico não um criminal
Tantas olhos em um juvenile
I told my bro music is the shadow am in love
Said I told my bro music
I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money
I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me
When I turn my head, be the same
The Word and it fit me like fits
And if I get hungry then it feed me like fish
Yea I eat with my Savior He share me His dish
Got connected through blood not
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
I been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Yeah
It's Ricky
Ricky
Look
I put my best foot first
I'm tryna get by like excuse me
wouldn't have overcome it
I coulda been still bitter now
'Cause there's no middle ground
Locked-up juveniles make grown men die
Made me want to get
damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
a caskets what he pray in
Compton streets raised me
Can't tell my grandma nothing bout her baby, you crazy
I said she see no evil
She gonna knock it
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
around my way niggas dyin'
Hours flyin I want to go
Straight boy I'm tryin' -Chorus- (Juvenile)
I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me
Lord please let me
to give me cold shoulders
Most of y'all acting like you ain't even growing older
Most of y'all acting like you ain't got nothing to show for
cll the years
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