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don't love me so
I'm already two steps ahead just
Wonderin' where to go

Should I, sit here down the street?
Or do I push it back in gear
Or leave you

brother
Are you gonna leave me wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue 'til my
Legs felt like stone
I heard voices of friends

walking into me

Darling, please, please, please
Would you follow me, please, please, please?
Would you follow me down this street?
Would you follow me,

You have not seen the scenery
Don't know what it's like to beef with me
See the heathens speak easily on easy street
Yeah, they living like they

Hand out the window
No sleep cause the streets don't
Sleep when you're dreaming

I just want the world, and, hey why not?
C'mon crooked stars don't you

the street, walking around
A face in the crowd

Out of a dream, out of the sky
Into my heart, into my life
And you were just a face in the crowd
You were just

on
Sitting sideways when I'm on the chrome
Pimping my pen coming out the dome
Me and my click keep rolling on

I be Pharoah from Street Miltary
Military

Where the girls are young and down
And hot as fuck
Where they're dancing in the streets
With nothing on

Drivin' all night, lost track of time
All

'bout those days, these days
I'm thinking 'bout the '98 Chevrolet
Fake ID's, low-key in dive bars
The back streets, back seats, and parked cars
I'm

to teach them how to be some shooters

Now I teach 'em how to
Build up money and maneuver
Really beat the streets, hallelujah, uh
We didn't choose

paix
Lets go, lets go, pour tout
Tous mes street miraculés
Sale vie on est rancuniers
Santé à mes enculés
Ya une coupe de bitches qui attendent
Pour

compete i'm fire
I'm really paid like Black Wall Street

Niggas ain't real and all hoes play a role
How you live a double life and broke in both?
Talk about

Streets ga je je aandacht zoeken
(let's go way back)
Ah, strafblad ik was zestien
Liep met een gannoe en die 16
Voor jullie super stoer
Voor mij niet

Yo ill news is the streets, a bum with no shoes
Down to his last cigarette, cold numb and Confused
c wife lonely and cfraid, her husband left her

Ghetto gospel, New Testament
It's Kenny Allstar
The voice of the streets
And when I speak the streets listen
If you know about your street shit

the choir singing, "These Three Kings"
Everybody's (uh, uh, uh) feeling happy (uh, uh, uh)
It's Santa's jolly, "Ho, ho, ho"
When the streets are filling up

on feet
Get out this car, gotta tear up the street
Beat down a nigga street

Jump out the Scat' and we walk down the street
Jump out with these 7.62s

the good with the bad
My moms taught peace, pops piece came from raw streets
cnd if I gotta move off heat, you lost meat
The weather blower I'm all water, no

Running through the darkness of the night
Running away of all these lies
Errantry in the streets of modern life
Paved with rules they don't make

Let's go dang, no lie (Here's Jonny)

Say, nigga ain't street
He a doll like Cabbage Patch (Cabbage Patch)
Stick in the front, not the back (Huh?)

mit kort når vi shopper Oxford Street
I London og i Vesten

Så meget tid vi har brugt sammen
Den her kærlighed har ingen end'
Ligemeget tid der går
Men

But I miss those faces, places 'round my
Growin' up, stompin' grounds

There's a whole lotta hometowns
Whole lotta Main Streets
Whole lotta parkin'

Dancer on the water
Moving like you do
Cool ocean blue carries you
Sun up above
Shining through 

I drift through the streets 
cll alone at night
cn

on the streets and it's on the news
I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you
He's got two left feet and he bites my moves
I'm not gonna teach him how