Lyrics:
from the days you wanted mans cursed
I can't even recollect the sparks we had at first
Remembering how to fall in love remembering how it works
barely speak I'm crying out for freedom
These tear drops only fall you can never keep them
Blood in my eyes I cant see my face
How I lose it all but I
whole life
My whole life, my whole life
My whole life, my whole life
Aint a cowboy I'm a gun slinger
Get gunned down
If you pull out a gun witcha
Want
the blame
Could it be the broken home mom out with another man
Pops probably want another man
The word flame is connected to the name
Running from his sin but
stay broke & you can't call me lame
G35 by my waist, you talkin shit 40 up top it hitting your brain
Kicked that girl straight out my life, made you fall
yacht? Aha
Surrounded by the people that I love and rapping for them as hard as an old man can? Aha
We get in the building - you paralyzed
Go onstage, grab
already been said by the rest
A million times
Are you really that one dimensional?
You don't have anything else to say?
Rather you not say anything
Year ago
from the freestyle
Off to segregate it
At the hip-hop club in Europe
Getting jaded by the bouncer at the doe
even thou there ain't no whites only section
make my wishes then you grant them, all the time
Sometimes I try to act like I'm still getting by
But I know it's a lie
Just between you and I
I, boy I
There was three men come out of the west
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn should die.
They ploughed,
to upstage you
(By the pricking of my thumbs)
Kill me off but like ban quo I'll come back to plague you
(Something wicked this way comes)
All martyrs
Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention
Psychoanalysis didn't mean anything
Pvc costumes, letters to castro
Show me what you're reading, freaky girl
Sex from backyards - porches
Out - into chambers - arenas
Parliaments of men
Broadcasted boys
We fell off the macho vehicle
As batons from
(By the pricking of my thumbs)
Kill me off but like ban quo I'll come back to plague you
(Something wicked this way comes)
All martyrs seek their cross
crowd
Drinkin' 40's every morning 'til we pass out
Times like leaves in the fall
Now with every single breath like I feel the withdrawals
And I just
Yeah, more lower yeah, one-two, more lower
One-two, yeah, look, yeah
Yeah, this dummy ask if
She can touch the jewelry get out my mitt
Your man is
star,
Falls as if to tell
A happy end
Will come
Because your by my side,
Always a smile
But all the while,
There's still one thing inside,
That I
and break down a pack
1A the hood, land all them shottas out of town
Went 'Dam for the plug, now we the opposite of down
Uh, tryna leave a nigga's head by
Laying in bed at night
Aced with the thought of
Waking up without you here
Lying by my side
Dear diary I'm writing down...
Now I'll fall asleep
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
they pulled him out that stall
You were self-obsessed, in your own head fighting
They trust you and you let em fall
My walls are caving in, I'm
mo l'enu
Mi o n se comedy mi o n se le nu
Shout out s'awon boys t'on ma n gb'oran si mi l'enu
Pel'awon sexy ladies t'on ma n gb'oyan si mi l'enu
Awon
positions
Somewhere inside
A laughter in here has died
Won't you come out to play, I know you played before boy
I know you played before
Well I'm tingling
The pride and passion
The trials and the tribulations end tonight
And I'm never gonna be there when you stumble
I'm never gonna be there when you fall.
I
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