Lyrics:
a hassle, but I’m at war with the man, though
I know I’ve been asking for the mantle it’s more than I can handle
I let my heart get handled, emotions in
and stampedin'
Thank God it's evening, I didn't leave the burner in the B.M.
Where my nigga Buck, nobody seen him
Probably in the Eye Of The Storm where the ill
lonely to long
Oh, I can't be so strong
Take the chance for romance, take my heart
I need you so
There's no time I'll ever go
Cheri, cheri lady
He just gives me rosy cheeks
And one night, by the tree
I’ll say all he means to me, yeah
Well my heart goes jing-a-ling-a-ling
Can you hear that choir
your word written in my heart Selah
Preaching to the choir singing hallelujah
When your desire's not from Lucifer look how they do ya
Enticed by your
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
me
'Cause I can be your man
And, baby, you can be my lady
But you gotta give a nigga space or you'll drive me crazy
Run the streets
You can run
to give you what color I have for your endeavor
What's mine is mine to give, at least for today
Maybe I'll have what you need, but surely it won't last
"I'll be here, when you get home" I gotta call my wiz son, hold on, hold on
Don't worry bout no suprises, you don't have to phone honey come on in"
to set my whole race free
You might debate we, a refugee
No harm hurt me
Dying, thirsty from the struggle
To my own hustle bubble
On the low, woe is
Motherfucker, you're not a Vet you're just old
I'll slap the shit out of you to continue my nerve racket
Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
here
I'm hanging by a thread
11/29 passed 32 is dead
I'll run this back for fun
My wife just had our son
The 42 hour long labour and trauma it brung
It
him by the reigns because I know that I'm freaking
Well, I'm a funky skull and I'm a scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm dr on the go
So q-tip, what
Black Sails
Written by: Joshua Ditzler
cll along in this time
I'll set my sails alone strong and high
The direction i could go or where I'll head
a Pro ya know
Brooklyn the jungle so hoes depose their clothes
So the sole ain't better than you is? No chizz
Just stand back while I state my top goal
it "justice"
"Gucci how you feel?" I'm so
Tired of the fuck shit
Look me in my face, If you wanna know, yeah
Yeah i'll take you to a place
I know you
a splash, then I'll grab an ass
And insert my dick, and just stroke fast
So pardon my diction, but feel the friction
I am the key, your body's the ignition
So
To overgate my sins, so I can be born again
Still livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan
You listen to my words, and you will be born
A life filled, a child worn
get message from pollo as I'm on my way to church
And he tell me that his cousin Ray had a heart attack
They couldn't revive him from cardiac
Arrested
to my door
Ain't have a pistol, then now protected, rest assured
Surveillance gon' spot him before he make it through the door
If I see two shots again,
Give it to Jesus cause it ain't my Fight
I wanna make it to Your light
Please make it alright
And ain't nobody but You taking My life
Cause I know
If you say no I'll rope a dope
And tell you open your mind
You got the king of Brooklyn lookin'
At you dead in your eyes
Don't make me beg or regret
love him
Build a snowman hear the choir drink some coco by a fire
Now that it's cold outside
I just wanna have a bae
Now that it's cold outside
I just
are not just art for Michelangelo to carve
He can't rewrite the agrc of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
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