Lyrics:
This world is not my home
This is an old man's land
I'm doing all I can
You're my only friend
Please God, please God
bring me on out, out
Miracle,
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid,
I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did,
Way out in New Mexico, long long ago
When a man's only
One very familiar type of song is the christmas carol. although it is perhaps a bit out of season at this time. however, I'm informed by my "disk
years old thugging
Shoot, I said who we, we don't even speak
DJ Cannon blamming in the middle of the street
Come on
I go hard
See me running down
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
told ya
This means war, as if by Sister Souljah
To think that the X would ever take a fall
After gettin all of this, man you're crazy
become a young man again
So is this the plant against any decay
by which a mortal man can attain his survival?
I will bring the plant back to my own land
of the stormy weather
Pleasure and pain is all in this trip
Only scripts to flip is these old Mo Thug hits
This click of soldiers, who keep it real until
to me.
Leave me alone.
I'll come down in the end.
I cannot stand this man
Now you've found me.
Don't sing that sad old song.
Be strong for
Yuh
I met this girl the other day four years ago be exact
And I never thought in my life that she'd be the one changing that
Thought bet let's have
clear
“Exactly the value of the light”
“Young man,” said the old lampmaker
“Love your God and don’t forsake Her
“But this light’s the very holy source
keep on increasin' the paces
Brick by brick we go
Finesse if I don't fold
Invest for when I'm old
Solutions what I'm told
I sound real good on Bose
We
faster
She never made eye contact and her frown began to bend
She said This was my daughter Sally and my old boyfriend
I lost him in an accident and lost
We could meet at the hotel
I got told on by my closest dawg that I know well
Rap game turned to bunch of coke heads, bunch of old heads, couple new
human
Don't know what to do with my hands
Don't remember how I got this far
Cause I'm a big old garbage man
Don't remember how to be human
Don't know
in our new life from this
I guess I'm a chip off the old block
Sitting in a booth with some friends sipping on ciroc
Everybody's talking bout me like
Ive been out with my niggas on road
But that shit gets old
Man have seen unseen heard untold
So I guess they dont know
Why I took roads unknown no
multiverse?
I really hate it, as I write this verse
Man, I miss the old times
When it changed I wish I knew the signs
The weather now gives me a strange vibe
It's either eat or get ate, ain't no rules in this shit, you know how these streets play
I keep it on me, gold chains on my neck, bad bitch by my side,
Night is fallin' on this honky tonk city
country music spliin' out on the street
sure can sound good to a hard workin' man
at the end of a hard
closed the case
So there's no justice and there's no closure
You can't touch this, not you, no sir
They buried my brother, I was on the road
By
And we'll be long gone before the cops arrive
'cause all my shootings be drive-bys
Ah-yuh
I'm busting more shit than an incontinant man at a chili
How you doing sir?
Hey how you doing?
Good. Real quick man, reason why I stopped you, you know it's a 55, you're doing 91
Uh, I-
What's the hurry
on my Mac mane
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my
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