Lyrics:
gonna be, and you'll get used to it, just
Get a piece of paper and a pen and write your feelings on that shit, yeah thanks, thank you
For the help,
I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive
Thank God For Jay Electra, he down with the mission
Did it with with no permission, on our own
way Ticket on a phone call if I fall will you pick me up?
Love me by your time if I don't say baby wake up ,mad love maybe not enough
Kiss me by my lips
you know what I mean
Let's leave this place
I can't stand the music it's too loud
I say like too much
But I really like your touch
I'll keep rambling
and you ate it
Many days gone by but I see it
Shoot your shot while I was aiming
Girl don't play with my feelings
If wrong I'm there in a minute
I'm
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
one final sweep
We'll make secret plans for ourselves that we'll promise to keep
Secret plans, secret plans
Riding by night in a slow caravan
Secret
and stress ya
Snap on this rap
And cut him from his neck to his rectum
Jersey Jigga another nigga from
A drug stomach
Fiend for hundreds so if I want it
I'm
know I can't
I'm tryna be a soldier, I wanna do it over
Give me one more chance, I wasn't ready
If this is a game then I've been playing 'cause
I never
ahead and take all of your lil shots
Cause if it wasnt for me you'd be in a box
6 ft deep in a box
Where the only company is your inner thoughts
6 ft
be happy in your little shack,
Now I'm getting started
'Cause I'm not broken-hearted
For you.
(It wasn't love at all)
Just a crazy dream,
(I was
a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (fry for em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for 'em (lie for 'em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm
huh)
This bloody sand and tissues-so-teary prob'ly makes sense (it does)
I'm forced to live in a world I wasn't made for
So of course I'll skip for your
Hard enough being a man without trying to be the man
Inspired by the mic and it's the mic they see in him
So if you ain't a bad Billie Jean then beat it
(Can I get your autograph?)
The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me (yo, taxi)
I wouldn't need collateral to buy property
If I was white,
nightmares, those people; are my family,
Your lives; my anger. Do it for them, I do it for me.
Do it for them. Fuck it, I do it for me!
Those bullets; my
you'll say
Wes, for real, if it wasn't for me you would not have gotten on that stage
Fuck out my face
Yo we was boys how you throwing me shade?
So fuck
take am two by two
If your body na elele my body na wire
If my body na elele I be the one you require
Oya ele for me dancing for me
Let them know say
feeling, scars slowly healing
Know I long for your love but I know I don't need it
If we was together again I know I couldn't believe it
Hope you smile when
calling me a witch"
Look at how they made him, look how much they gave him
Look at all the assists, nigga, if it wasn't for Premier
You wouldn't be, if
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
card? And they made one for her. It was nuts. And she goes, Well, you know, my daughter's a little wayward. I'm not even sure if she's going to graduate
on my faith
Left it up to fate
I couldn't call quits
Kept living for my kids
Time lessened the hope of finding you
I learned to cope
I was haunted by your
ex-husband bought it."
POOF! My ego appeared and said it's time to go for it
"This place is a drag, grab your coat and bag
We'll have drinks on the house,
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