Lyrics:
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
my mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm starting to believe ain't no such thing as heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
a boy that can make mee
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Feels so good it makes mee
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Everytime at least three
BLACKOUT BLACKOUT
Whenever he is
love - baby
If there`s one thing that I know
it`s that good love`s so hard to hold
just here today and gone tomorow - ooh
for the first time in my life
could've given us a
Medal for bein' so brave and honest on the telephone (which wasn't very
Likely, and we didn't expect it), and the other thing was
nyinaa y3 rubbish
Wafa me adanko I no
Dey enter I just dey rub it
I gave her all hearts gye
Wansoma na ma kctckc
Nothing aget I dey hustle
Buh still na
of sorrow
Love's such a thing
Oh, the way I go - oh, the less you know
I feel passion - I feel pain
There's a broken heart and it tears apart
Leave me in
things are the things that cross my mind
All of these thoughts are the ones that pass me by
That pass me by
That pass me by
That pass me by at 3
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
there
[Chorus]
Day by day, day by day
Day by day, day by day
Oh dear Lord, three things I pray [one, two, three]
To see thee more clearly [day by
of soft
Everybody know it all
Nobody followin' protocol
The money's only good 'til you blow it all
Stacking ever since
Guliani knocked John Gotti
the promo
Shouldn't've bothered from the start
'Cause the cancer left his lungs and it's on my grandfather's heart
Yeah, just not the side that the beat is
Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we
this money make it all good, how? (How?), things changed
Spend too much time in the hood now, know I could get killed (I know)
I'm in and out it like
thing that he had made, and, behold, it was the best thing he could do.
Finally, after sleeping the whole weekend, Leonard is waked up by his old friend
as good as going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set.
He was thoroughly packed and the post
Office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock.
could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.
By Friday
Hey woa
Speak it to being & give it life
A good thing we want everytime enuh
Hey
Positive vibes Good Life hey
Cho
Good Life over here
A that fi come
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
it, bitch, if you see me in
I got three different traps and a CPN
Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN
I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win
and nothing, nothing came of it. Every album I ever worked on was shelved and the money wasn't even good. The money was terrible. I could've made more money
and trust me, things, they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak, I need to split it up in seven parts
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