Lyrics:
a true drop
of rhymes my coltivation
atracting more brothers then Kennedy Station
resigning I'll refine my lines
and poor the metaphore while the blind
Tell me if you don't want me to stay
Tell me how you're feeling, it's okay
Tell me if you ever need a break
I will be the first to stay away so long
for the sichy
All these bitches say they love me
But these bitches wasn't with me
I'm a mix of all the rappers
Mostly Gucci Mane and 50
I get coochie by
freaks from my highschool days
B. Adams, do you still love me?
'cause ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free
Cock back loaded
until we die
And somehow
We made the words come true
the first year we were together
Nothing bad I did expect
Two people in a world full of honey
muthafucka, just one nigga deep,
Fuck a crew, nobody loves Tim, times is hard,
You get, one true friend, minus God,
And then they wind up tall runnin' off
a one fifty outta town, ain't nobody around
I'm in the back seat breakin' it down
My love has been a past week dawg lately I found
Our press made us
you when I want you
remember that day when I first hugged and kissed you
met you at the barbecue wit tha thick ol' thighs
pretty long hair wit your
One day I first saw you on passing by,
I wanted to know your name but I was much too shy.
I was looking at you so hard until you must have had
she's a child,
All the pain she feels so she flaunts with a smile.
She thinks daddy really loves her but he's only a freak,
I bet he wishes he was in, her
it had me fed up
U could of had us
Yea u u could've had us
This is how I feel about you baby
I said this how I feel you
Remember the first time I
THERE'S A LADY LYIN BY MY SIDE
THE ONE I WAITED FOR
SHE'S THE ONE WHO FILLS MY COFFEE CUP
MY HEART AND SO MUCH MORE
AND I CAN'T BELIEVE HER LOVE
I could tell that you into fashion
Into love (oh yeah)
I know you classy
But gimme me some (aww yeah)
French in Paris, living lavish
You
The city's bustle cannot destroy
The dreams of a girl and boy --
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
We'll go to Yonkers,
Where true love conquers
In
They say for a party, I say it's dogma to America's artful lie
Sniffin' the party line, intoxicated from white
That fake superiority created by
Mama I wrote you this song
So I can say wad I feel I know I don't tell this very often
But I really love you I'd never change on you by putting someone
gonna be good for me, on my own finding my identity
You lost your chance and I know you won't believe that it's true
You killed our love bou there's
had a chance to take a breather
either i get busted or i find a place to hide
the first building on my left i dipped inside
mad tired but i made it up
Knowing that my fan base stretches like elastic
Jaw droppin beats like its better than the last shit
But still, I’m in the paint by the basket
This that
The best gift mama and daddy ever gave to me was the gift of your soul
How fortunate are we
To have our family
For what we live by is putting each
Like clothes don't make the man, true a man made these clothes
I just make em live, when i put em on and strike a pose
They start to yapping if i aint
and flowers, even planets live and die
Ah, but laughter, love and visions linger on
Like the melody of a child's first-heard song
Soon enough almost everything's
a disease
Filled with hate pulled away by the enemy
You feel its over
My God greater than the pain
You feel its over
His love is everlasting
Oh God eternal
girl and when you went on road your heart curled up quick
But you told me Lies
That wasn't true
You just didn't want to rock a show again with me if you
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