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tell you, girl (let me tell you, girl)
(You a foxy thing, now)
You got style
Personality and so much voice
You're everything any man could want for

Running Alone

Steve Perry

Street Talk

1984

one step closer
I don't mind runnin' alone
Laughing children echo down
The concrete alleyways
Oh their voices
Calling, calling, calling yesterday

Bigger than my yesterday
While you stuck in the same place
Yeah that aint gone work for me
Personally
I need everything my hands can Touch
Thats good for

to everybody
To maintain my chill demeanor
So I don't get subpoenaed, judged by everyone
Like a court but I ball so hard that 3 points was enough to avoid

the am once again already wasted
Yesterday I popped a nothing and that's not an altercation
Love my little group of fans only reason I stay patient
I'm

I said making peace with everything of yesterday, today this week
Clanging teeth 'bout everything I tried to say but can't just speak 
Magazines I

us how to be, be true to yourself, it'll set you free.
	Can't change my yesterday, n' my tomorrows not guaranteed.
I compete with no one else,

Hes gone b
And voice and my beats ain't the best now
But ADI quit, AVI did too now
Said I should join em and quit now
But I be like now you gon quit

I dont even like myself
I dont even trust myself
I just be by myself
I just wanna end myself
All this time man i have been in my feelings
Ive been

Juve "The Great"

Juvenile

Juve the Great

2003

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Uh, Uh, Uh I took my first break in seventy-five
I tell the story like yesterday when(??) was alive
didn't do shit with my

Rather, He made Himself nothing
By taking the nature of a servant
Being made in human likeness
And being found in appearance as a man
He humbled Himself, by

Member yuh jump the wall n drop ina the gutter
A run from the man dem ina heels
How yuh talk bout yuh hot
Big back how yuh talk bout yuh hot
Dress up ina

E.S.G. | Wreckchopped & Screwed Version | Ft. Slim Thug & Deshawn Hill | Screwed by Ray Face

Say Slim, what's the deal baby
(making this money man

The Night We Called It a Day

Manchild

The Night We Called It a Day

2002

of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason

and u aint onda Same path
N free ma niggas krimz and klash man dey know they ma main dargs
No i aint coming out to play today
Im tryna smoke this Pain

hibernate
Snakes in desert in my face
Shotgun and a Issey case
Myaki n yoyhi on my pants and diamonds in my face
Don't know who to call today
It's summer

Hopefully this time they won't bite
Yesterday they ate his brain
Not much of him left remains
His girlfriend got hit by a train
We all thought she was insane

yesterday

But it is only cuz I'm covered up in grace

So Ain't no need for me to worry bout today

And I could never make difference with complaints

 

Look

gimme a call
Hey man I was calling to see how you were doing
I hope you are doing okay I calling to see what time
You was gonna come & pick me up tomorrow

been God with us
Was He not in the garden with Adam and Eve, even when they fell?
Was He not the voice in the burning yet unconsumed bush in

the picture vivid enough
For the people to feel
As if it's a vision they're
Seeing through my optics
Animosity building, why stop it? (yup)
Man, if I could be

but I can't get enough

Is that real life or I'm just getting fucked up?
Mind full of pain and eyes full of tears, man
Yeah, you can call me by my name

we don’t Miss
Doing target practice on the ones who hated
N instigated
We trynna make it
Black Pyramid on my sleeve
I told to leave she wanted to stay

Obvious Song

Joe Jackson

Laughter & Lust

1991

There was a man in the jungle
Trying to make ends meet
Found himself one day with an axe in his hand
When a voice said "Buddy can you spare that