Lyrics:
be my friend
I don't like him though, I only got to take one action hero
What am I here for? I want my mom, no one's listening, for real though!
My mom
they dont know our day to day
If we could work together then it wouldn't be this way
Not everything can be better but it sure can fuckin change
A dollar
the struggle I just wanted to be alone
Holding off from all the problems that I might miss
I think it's better that I face them on my own
Now my Polaroids are
screwed her it would change the way i viewed her (Lord knows)
I don't go by word of mouth cause what come out might just be lies
When you looking for
away
Not right now and not today
What am I consisting of?
I don't how to love
Will you please teach me how?
Before I lose myself
How can I be better
Tryna figure things, I'm tryna be a better me,
Always by myself, I'm tryna figure sanity
Playing with my health, not acting like its part of me
Isolate
To get a little game in my name, they go travel north
Sounding off, is it a different question
Or is it just like, damn man, what team you be batting for
You're Aphrodite and you chose me to be your Aries
You are beautiful as Cleopatra with the elegance of Nefertiti
They say the eyes mirror the soul I could
no rappers tough as me
That's why they don't fuck with me
They could label this a diss
When the song drop
Cause I'm better than your favorite
Rapper by
make each other cry
What are we doing?
Will it ever get better?
My heart, my soul
I gave, it’s yours
I can’t get back
All the things that I lost
on the way
You'll tread the trail we blaze
They could tear us down
But we'll be back again
We'll see another day
Strengthened by your faith
And if
What you gonna do
(wha wha wha)
[Chorus: T-Boz]
Nigga you must be crazy
What you gonna do with a bitch like me
I'm so good at being bad
I'm
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
attention could be fatal
'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a doctor
Near someone that's getting dough for him
'Cause next you got poxy authorities
of letters
But could we give it a shot?
Is you ready to rock?
If you need a little time I'll
Be sitting by the block
I'll come around if you ever
Wanna be in
third
With a b**** playin' shottie AK in the third
[Sheek Louch]
Don't worry 'bout what I make; worry 'bout can you escape
'Cause when I bust my
you could do good things for other people
You had a moral obligation to do those things
That's what's at stake here
Not choice, responsibility
Jackson
she's a ho by nature
Takes one to know one fo' sho' I'm a player
She ain't really happy 'less she lickin' a dick
With a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin'
to get it
Leaving you shredded like cheese in the lettuce
Remember your diet, you seem to forget it
Whats better? you dyin, the reason is devin
Lemme break
someone who was very funny, rich, and lonely
You thought that it would be funny if you could get his attention
With your lovin and affection so that you
or the city I live in
We really don't feel it
'Cause you could be nice with the lyrics but ain't got that real nigga feeling
Now real niggas feel this
Fuck
Know
I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle
I battle like I'm a swingers
From here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers
I'm losing
By their standards I don't exist see I don't care to concede
To them or fears that could dictate see I don't care what they need
To feed
At my ideas turn it into something
I know I got to be better
Better then ever doubting me nigga
I look at the top and I'm coming
Look at just what I'm
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