Lyrics:
just trynna get by
Voices in my head
Think I'm
Voices in my head
Think I'm losin my mind
Voices in my head
Think I'm
Voices in my head
Think I'm losin
take in the ghetto you find a whole lot of crime
I can understand
Hey
I know what it means
Being nine years old before I got my first pair
in my head space, you're in my head space
You're in my head space
You're in my head, you're in my head
You're in my head space
We got stopped by a cop
a wolf
Dressed in sheep's clothes
And I know
It's isn't too late for me to let go
But I'm not
Sober
I'm not
Sober
But I'm not
Sober
I'm not
Sober
Step by
feels comfortable. When I say 4, breathe in deeply again.
And again release the air smoothly.
By the time I reach 0, your mind will be silent.
It’s okay
though, pump in the pound, though
Coming for your head, I run your ass out of town, yo
This is Sheek Louch, Ghostface Killah
And the other Ghost, you can
their crates
What a Shame your top critics, are ill informed mates
As the huddle hushes in round one
To commence your against an Emcee from a higher
Ayy come on JoJo
'Pac, hahaha
Yeah, that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me)
Yeah
You know what time it is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, put your
Fuck the games
Trust your crown
Don't know what the fuck
That They was just fussin bout
All of Them play in same suit
So i see i got to flush em out
head down
Know you're safe in my arms, give a fuck what they want
Don't pick it up
Lay your head down, lay your head down
Leave your clothes
big-headed
Would you please stop talking about how my dick head is
Flow infectious, give me 10 seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's
a lot, I had something to choose
Look at that, I can say there's something to prove up in your ass
Yeah, I guess
That's enough of the past, what makes you
ENT yunq savage)
What's happenin'
Qne head boy, you know you scared boy, that savage life
You ain't ready for that boy, fuck dat niqqa, keep
that it hurt
Fuck you so buck all you can do is curse
Gon n' slam my head all in your cake
Like it’s my birthday n' shit
Baby, I can take it
Try
and stash
They catch your track by the tail and smack they head on the nail
Factoring the jam made by Timbaland givin' fans something
Bumpin' (bumpin')
to come in,
But, no matter what he says, he'll take you in the end!
You'll find the words you need in your self-made fantasy,
But the four walls of your
the moonlight
John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
Ay, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents
And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic
never be slayed or confined to a grave
Math key fade
What that means you were played
My exit was in the first Act
Covered up by authorities
Beguiled
nothing wrong with loving
Who you are"
She said, "Cause He made you perfect, babe"
"So hold your head up
Girl and you you'll go far
Listen to me when I say"
to the sides, like spread wings. On the inhale, stretch your chest by gently pushing it to space in front of you, while your arms are pulling towards the space
upside yo' head
Niggas in the game be doin' way too much
Actin' tough with this east, west coast stuff
See me, I'm all about my money, man
I stay fly
Avalon
In the countryside in England
With your red robe danglin' all around your body free
Let your red robe go.
Goin' ridin' down by Avalon
Would you
you bumped heads with Dirty Rotten
Have you forgotten, I'll tap your jaw
I also kick like kung fu flicks by Run Run Shaw
Made frauds bleed every time
loved jobs called in
You had faith when they said they're not callin'
You understood that what we had was good
You stood by your man like a real
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