Lyrics:
to the ocean
Smokin' Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin'
Who can I trust in this cold world?
My phony homie had a baby by my old girl
But I
know
Marco gon shine beyond it
Girl I'm on the road
But you'll always know where my heart is
favorite pop star or actress for a cool 10 mill
Or for less than that get a night or two with the real deal
But the clones are great cuz they can be easily
Alright, this is track number seven of the Outkaws Mind album, the last song on it
This is the one by Chastity
Well, six years ago, I met a girl I
the border
Caught by the deporter
The immigration caught you but you got to leave your daughter
We are slowly being slaughtered
So be prepared for the new
rhythm
Should not make up the whole thing
It's time to create a better album
One that doesn't take two years to make somehow
Throw in a solo somewhere
rhythm
Should not make up the whole thing
It's time to create a better album
One that doesn't take two years to make somehow
Throw in a solo somewhere
sure you say it clearly
Doing this shit like yearly
Rappin like I'm in year 3
But its only been year 2
Hop on the mic like fuck it
Just do what you do
Cosby
Three-to-ten years seems like not enough time in prison for the large number of lives BC damaged permanently
And sixty-nine years on this planet is
need you by my side girl know I'ma keep you close
They can try and catch me slipping it won't work I'm too focused
Sometimes I think about the past but
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
of self-expression
She on call, she collecting
I'm no option, I'm a lifestyle
Driving real slow, you paid by the mile
Got to make these tracks in case I die tomorrow
be bumping it, bumping it, bumping everyday
Yeah
Hope I been making you proud
With everything I'm doing
to be honest
Can't help but overthink that
sweeper with a K
Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop
15 years, 30 mil', nigga, who flopped?
One good song, but you ain't got a classic yet
Diamonds and scrilla
But forget to say
Alhamdulillah
Made my album a killer
Plan be
Now 2-3 droppin'
And I wish to
Ask for forgiveness
Your guidance
ever known
cs you searched around the world I know it's been ten thousand years since you've been home but listen to this
Little miss odysseus
I
souls, rest in peace
That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started
The fucking channel for the next thirty years
"This show sucks", "Yeah, but somebody might get shot
During the commercial, now hang on!
That's what's wrong
she be healin' that shit
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But
she be healin' that shit
And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick
And you just wanna tell her everything she might need
But
did he know he saved my life that day cause Joey always lived by the gun but he died that way
This dude who listens to my music, his nephew's in
go to Boston
I stay with like ten thots, Austin
Everything is awesome, F-A, fuckin' awesome
Make sure you tell them niggas, "Watch me"
They don't
by Kimberly Hunt (Urgh)
I got no time for pussies tryin' to front
I'd rather be in Cheetahs, smokin' a blunt
But talk that shit, you will get decked
Two times on the dime block but what it means when trust stops
All this code and all these rules but what it means when someone die
Watch over me,
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