Lyrics:
paid to do it
Thinking to my self cold world beat the odds by a inch
Was getting close failure
Keep saying ill get a milli befo I reach 37
Tell em kiss
Time is feelin' right
In the day time, everybody's outside
Wavin' at their neighbors when they pass them by
I'm in a tank top, and some b ball shorts
You
Fireworks, a ship sailing by
Seaweed and crime, beer and lime
Seagulls cry resting in the dark sand
Now and then
Memories get ahold of me
I miss those times
The wind stays true
A lifetime ago I lit a flickering flame
Fueled by my youthful will it made me vain
Mourning the false warmth of a memory
The same
of the time
For me
It was sleep
I said twelve more hours then cycle repeat
I called my brother monti and told him load the beat
I had to rock the mic like my
And the way you shine
Underneath that one stop light
Makes this old boys heart beat fast
Like a freight train coming down those tracks
Yeah you get me gone
bound by the night
Drift away
To where the music plays
Feel your breath
It steals my words away
Underneath the moonlit skies
Caught up in your tide, I
you recorded your album on a 4 track
You ain't underground cause your beats are wack, or even if they're fat
You ain't underground simply cause your
[Verse One]
Story 'bout retarded nigga, went against his main nigga
Started rollin wit other niggas, knew they wasn't feelin niggas
Niggas had
to the front, eight cats on the blunt
The tracks gotta pump, the rats wanna thump
We strapped from the junk, got gats in the trunk
My niggas run the V.I
to keep track of time by
Drawing up a list of things defunct
Another one of thoughts
Leading to radical changes
A list of things that make my heart beat
cracks
My man bruck, divided like mash ??
If Russ is moist, moist why any time
I buck perks, they do cab by choice
In the flesh you ain't got a voice
Chat
The thrust of each beat of your heart
Makes a crescendo
With practice you play through your part
If I saw the future years ago
If I knew you'd stretch me out
under
the hope with you
Count it from me
My heart beat get slower
Don't be surprise everyone
will die at last
Nothing but without you
I can not go on
Now
skipped time
As we leave, and we love, and get mad, and it's fine
And at times there's no time
As we chase our aspirations with our future on the line
And I
THOSE WHO HEARD ME BEFORE? CAN TESTISFY TO THE FACT
I BLESS EACH TRACK WITH NICENESS (YUP), NOTHIN LESS THAN THAT
DON?T PLAY THE BIGHEADED TYPE CAT WHO
turns her back
We're gonna cut out of class , meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear
Just
Every step takes a beat of your heart
through a city that's falling apart
on a night that rises and clears
in a sky that's clouded by years
my
On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain
In 2000 new car, new house and
Buy the whole store up, style I'm too pro, son
Get even more buck wild, I
Hahaha
Fross
(It's Great John beats, baby)
Movie bitch
For the opposition, I make movie clips
Goofy bitch
Nigga done got shot up for that goofy
I'm back by popular demand
Well not really, but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
I never thought I'd say I got too many
on edge with you
Sapping the strength from my spirit
You're just too good, too good to be true
At first I was captivated
By your warmth and kindliness
as excuses
And they're convincing they can
Heal the wounds scars, and the bruises
They target the losers and then
They promise them futures
They're making
kids candy
People say he was weird, his mother ill is in the clip
He always scratched off people names those ones that he killed
Real slow
Psych
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