Lyrics:
the hell is driving
I can't deny, wouldn't mind if I live or die
Cause as long as you're by my side, I feel like I am flying
I could be your sun
You could
track
Cigarettes
Pack by pack
I’m taking back my love
And I promise that I won’t look back
But tell your little story about
How I was heated for you
And I
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
your own little corner
And that will be enough
Well?
Is it?
Has it been?
Will it be?
Enough?
See I have only ever met these corner people
Tend your own
Little old me
Some liquor and weed
As I chill in my humble abode
Cognac all in my liver
As cannabis blows
From my lungs to my nose
Still out by 5
doin' your job
But you're gettin on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up
IS RIGHT OUTSIDE.
PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: YES, GOOD. LET'S HAVE A LITTLE TALK WITH HER.
MISS BRIGGS: CARLY, GET IN HERE. RIGHT NOW.
MISS BRIGGS SNAPS HER
I'm feeling luxurious, five star hotel suite
I don't need room service cos I got myself a treat
Love how your skin feel so soft like those expensive
and the pain of it.
A little dream of flags on an inky ship.
You will ride five colored horses.
Open sesame. Open your lips.
Oh, I will...
Everything big - so
You’ll need a bible and a four five too
Two-by-four to his head piece
Now I got a little head peace
Red piece bustin’ on my bed sheets
And we used to be
it's almost been five years
And he told me her name then he wiped away his tear
Then he said take a look at your little girl
Enjoy that little girl
little Hansel
Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle
Me, I be a Killa Bee, keeping exilery
Gold-plated desert e, shoot ten millime'
Master
the dark
Never stop, stop, stop, a five-hour E train
By time I be finished, yo, motor be on E tank
I fill it back up with that 93 Octane
I ain't your nigga
steady
Feel like the chosen one, no Headie
One time for the whole V gang
Two times for the loved ones family
Three times been changing plans
Now it's four
With tears in your eyes
But I could not pretend
To comprehend the depths of that kind of love
As a childless man
There's so little time, so many
With tears in your eyes
But I could not pretend
To comprehend the depths of that kind of love
As a childless man
There's so little time, so many
a little time on your pen, bro
It's not hard
Cah' that's certainty words but it's not bars
That shit coming wit' chip
I cannot raass
I got more Keef than
pockets, then he jetted up the Ave.
Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block
(Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!)
I ran
pockets, then he jetted up the Ave.
Girls screamin', the noise up and down the block
(Hey, Rakeem!) What? (Your little brother got shot!)
I ran
werent made the fool
By your last few howd they make you feel so small?
You picked yourself back up and I wont let you fall
I dont have time to beat
stacking
Chris fixing the whips and Kenny making it happen
The boat going down with the captain
Lead by example they really watching your actions
but light them toys
He can tell you bullshitting by the bass up in your voice
Raised by his old boy rest in piece little Cesar
He said he know the way
the past and laugh in your lap
And
He proceeded with the basics
Take this with this Light shit, wait five
Now you've got a weapon, make things
Change
to stand by the clock at a quarter to five
Put your ear to the wall just to feel you’re alive
Realise that you don’t know too much do you?
Slow your mind
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