Lyrics:
tape I'd trade
DJ Mark Love makes the party push and shove
I float over a beat made by Chris the Glove
The Beat Junkies, Nu-Mark and Cut Chemist
transition
Wait
I don't want to be near
My dark intuition
I need you here by my side
My beautiful mystery guide
Wait
Life is a meteor
Let your
(girl listen)
When it comes to this game they call me Zane McGwire
That other kid was just a Mark so I made him retire
See we all got a base, and we hold
the thirsty listen and down to the waters come
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America
And if you listen to my songs I hope you hear
to hang out on his birthday (Nice shot)
When there's a game on he comes over to my place, my place
Your dad
He say he like me better than you (Yeah he do,
Claus
Feel free the first time in your life
Give yourself away
Blackheath
Nothing goes on here
Blackheath
Nothing grows on here
Blackheath
Only
me and you in here lil' baby
You're trying to leave by the end of the night
But baby come right back
Come right back
Come right back
Come right back
yesterday
Here's not to dreams that don't come true
Here's not to what was me and you
Here's not to all the day's gone by
And to the truth that
arm he says
"Come on, baby, let's get out of here."
They take one last drive around town
And, man, it already looks different
He bangs the wheel
Hey
Hey
Hey
I'll be what you need
Even in the winter time
We could start a fire inside
And when the summer comes to play
Sit back, relax in my shade
by my side while I'm getting high
Life is a highway so come ride with me
Hey it's summer and we got us
Please no talks about breakups
We're just here
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Free your soul
Let me see you shake
One by one
We're stealing the stage
Here we come so get
Out of our way
It won't be long
Till the summers
We going hard on every team
Our destiny, you can't come between
We just coming for the checks
Drive on Malcolm X, get it by any means
Yea, I'm Young
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
Summer, you old Indian Summer
You're the tear that comes after June time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams we
Summer, you old Indian Summer
You're the tear that comes after June time's laughter
You see so many dreams that don't come true
Dreams we
numbers
Can put your mind at ease
We've got numbers by the trillions
Here and overseas
Hey hey, whoa whoa
Look at the stink about Japan
All those
with you, nigga?
You a fraud, just a fib, my nig', my nig', uh
Oh
You know I never did you wrong
Even though I'm right here by the phone, dawg
You
fooled.
Here's the mic and here's your cue:
Summer rain and Christmas tears.
Holiday addiction and fear.
Just throw away love and golden years.
Just take
If I close my ears
To the feeble cry
Of the poor man's child
As he passes by me
I can mark Your word
There will come a time
When my cries will fall
minutes later
When time has come my days are numbered
The dawning of another year
Marks time for those who understand
One in four still here
While
gotta go in the stash, know I'm controllin' in here
Yeah, yeah, I go everywhere by myself, so you might not notice the kid
Big hittah for the cartel
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