Lyrics:
the past
Wishing the good times would last (Aye)
They told me grow up, I gotta move on
They said I couldn’t pursue rap
But look at me now I get on tracks
Now
said
Head to bed
Super Late
Good night, anyways
When did it stop being about the LORD
I don't know for sure
I testify every time I write the lines that
twice, feeling good, don't change my vibe
This lane is mine, stay on your side, out my way, don't waste my time
Crude. Why you got to be so crude. Why you
the day you find a way
To those good ole glory days
Thinkin to the time without no problems in my life
No sacrifices in my life
No small devices in my life
real shit
I see it all the time, anytime I shine
I'm just acknowledgin', but I'm not tryna play y'all
This is it (what?) Bad bitches can't flirt
Last night I fell in love again and I didn't think I could
I thought by now I was probably over that for good
With too much on my mind, too many
that man be on his way
Don't even waste your time and worry 'bout how he handle things
Baby here me when I say
A playa feeling good today
You know
Ayo, D Smoke
Man, why don't you represent the 'Wood one time, could you please?
Supa Good Smi-doke
D-S-M-O-K-E, bitch, it's official
I got
curving I'm learning
That those good days, when you are off of my mind
Are followed by those days where I think about you all the time
Which are followed by
Now I'm up to no good
IVe been on my way way way
Tryna tryna get away way way
Now I'm up to no good
Don't get in my way way way
Got no got no time
verse 1:
another romance gone with the wind.
why is it so hard to find a good man?
I try and I try time and time again,
but I still wind up hurt
I've been a good boy
cnd I'm all done waiting.
Get this show on the road,
No more masturbating!
Santa only cums but one a year.
We don't have time
Got excited when invited to block parties with my cousins
Tapin every rap jam that slammed on the radio
School time came, on the plane back to the O
good
Got diamonds on my chest, keep me looking good)
[Bun B]
Before I jump up out my silk sheets, and hop off in the shower
It's already understood, I
it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
I takes loads of drugs, i does 'em all the time
My mother threw me out
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times, and he'll have good times
Doin' things that you
Okay Look
Let me tell you
First things first
You're super amazing
You've been by my side
Like all the time
Our love just keeps brazing
Every time we
Eight times out of ten you just can't fuck with niggas
Niggas look down on you til you reach figures
I'm tryna ice out the man in the mirror
Shit gone get
of dawn
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat piano
went buckwild, wanting more
Like the pipe worn whores I began to deplore
No time for playing with my coochie
Counting my man's mad lucci
While he
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin' fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
you be with me as I make my journey
Through the labyrinth of time?
And I'm still waitin' for the good Lord
To show me the way, babe.
This is who you
I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
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