Lyrics:
to keep
My mother was sayin' to stay in the crib so I wouldn't go see what was put in the streets
I was wearin' the same pair of shoes all through the year
still got his record on the jukebox
He's the only one to put it on
It's an old scratched and worn-out blues
Like a good old pair of walking shoes
Makes
I didn't have an office or co-workers or cafeteria. I tried to keep in touch and would call my former colleagues for drinks. I'd buy rounds like old
out my old shoes for a brand new pair of fins
Cuz I've been waiting half the night for you
I've been waiting for you, waiting for you
If I could be
So I be gettin' head every single night like a pillow does
When a nigga be flow bashin'
You know I be keepin it old fashioned
My compassion is so
I'm seven years old
I'm running through a field
I'm a city boy
But I like how it feels
And I'm not gonna stop
I'm alive and I'm free
I'm just like
started getting harassed by some thugs that were deeply disturbed
They wanted to rob the boy for his pair of converse
I know it sounds absurd
But the truth
to this
Just wanna try you out, hope ur cool with it
I'll tie your shoes and squeeze your tits
Make the best crude pair of rebellious kids
Like we don't
y'all up by your laces
I am not fronting
Now hang up your lace, sis
Bring me my bag, KopyCat
Bring me two
Run me my money
Then take off my shoes
No
on
Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? "
And today we in the club like, "Nigga, what now? "
Ya better look down
Cause Uh
I know you see em
Some guys are all about how well you fill up your sweater
I'm all about how you predict the weather
And calculate masses of asses walking by
Just by
treatment get
Beat by the timbalands
Feet is shivering walking on cold rage
Roses lay on relationships
Too impatient to die of old age
Yeah, remember when
of the storm to find the lighthouse that does not go out
The old wooden ships that carried us here
Built by carpenters and morticians
Shall be broken upon
the monitor, my body’s the remote Do I leave this chair, nope, don’t own a pair of shoes or coat I go through thousands of friends, they all live in my headset
Listened to Kool G!
No gun or knife then I'm
Throwing the two piece
Cop me a new pair of kicks if my shoes crease
Lines and holes, just like a loose leaf
Bitch got old, get me a new pair
Chorus 2x
We don't love them hoes, can't trust them hoes
But just to keep it all good, just to fuck you hoes
[silkk]
BLAQKNOIZ
FLVKO Beats, bitch
Yo, yo
I'm so sick of logic, don't want it to be my be all end all
Fuck a broken promise, just so taunted by the speed
switch your whole style like you're datin Erykah Badu
Pair of Ferragamo shoes, I will stomp you
I'm fucked up, like the relationship between Farrakhan
holes in my shoes
I guess I know what they mean by cold city blues
Ken bagged the stores
Tryin' to get money the best way I know how
How? Me and my
agents
In the region of the forest where the march hare dwells
I sit and write scriptures by the old wishing well
Collect all my notes and sail a boat
shit, doing what they fucken want
The teased me for being a, goodie two shoes
Now I'm the only one who even has a pair or two
I guess it's true that, life
Mountain momma we are one
I can't escape from you
So I bring you home
Welcome home
Leave it all behind you
Like an old pair of shoes
Take a trip down south
thru
Flow so clean like a window you could see through
Throw off and throw on a new pair of old shoes
I got it coming been chasing that old view
up innis booth and spitting flames hot heater
I got bitches on me, I don’t like yo shoes them hoes beaters
You can tell a lot bout a bitch by her pair
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