Lyrics:
(Letter to Take')
(Yeah, go)
Just left another funeral, I shed a tear (damn)
I'm still in disbelief, I can't believe it's real
I think about
boys talk about that crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need more people, y'all might as well just pack it in
Show me the paper you're stacking
legacy lives on for childhood veterans
There used to be a time when I could just watch Tobuscus
And wouldn't have to worry about a little bit of homework
call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
play fair
My bitch got long hair
Glock on me I don't believe in fear
Toting this stick cause where I live
Gotta move, man I pray that I live
I got
copped a Cartier
Spent my birthday in the studio like fuck it have my party there
I swear this game is about who you know
You book a show they hardly care
dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being
Live long and prosper star trek
Imma start running, ain't been parred yet
Try par and see how far you get
I'll be at your neck in just a sec
Ha ha, yeah, hmm, yeah, yeah
Lonely lost love, I don't think I'm getting it back
All this pain in my shoulders keep on holding me back
My mind
work like a dog to make ends meet
There's crooked politicians and crime
In the streets
And I'm madder than hell and I
Ain't a-gonna take it no more
They
like-
Up on the floor, dance-
I wanna live in that mansion, Playboy bunny what's happenin'
Look, If I call you bae-
Na-na na-na-na
Didn't even no-
of the One above
I follow Him
And He
Takes care of everything for me
He is able to make all grace abound towards me
So, I will always have sufficiency in
Rollin' out By the Foot
You can try to jack it, my pencil's sharpened, I wish you would!
Bubble gum bubble gum in a dish, how many pieces do you wish?
Got
And ride around to the liquor store
Can't get a job get drunk some more
You better stop trippin' on them stereotypes
'Cause in the ghetto there's a good
skin, Mr Dizzee rascal, why you even askin'.
Under cover lover, girls call me buff ting, but,
Used to keep a balaclava restin' on my chin.
An it's
to live the street life greet life with a
slug to his mug and scared to greet life
I wonder why it is harder for my family why it is the man in me that
with a pack in the studio
Got me feelin Eddie Lacy
Bitch I gotta go grind today
I ain't got no time to waste yeah
Gettin to the bag I'm up on the daily
dressed like Raven
Up in the studio slavin'
Wonder how Peggy be- (Wait, wait)
Wonder how Peggy be cakin'?
I be Easy Bakin'
My oven stay prepped and ready
asked
"How are you processing this?"
I said I was in the studio getting ready to sing
Then the drummer walked in and said
"Hey, did you see this?"
I
to the studio Even take you backstage, you ain't a groupie
though
Now, now, now, now you see it really is that simple though
I'm like such a different person in
camp of God, no assurance is there for the churches of man
If St. Cuthbert, with so great a number of saints, defends not his own
It gladdens me to know
Every single night I've been in the studio
I've been on the grind, Jon Julio
Still acting like a lost boy, Rufio
And now I just take my shot, Don
protection
(And it lives in you and me)
There’s a place there’s a place
There’s a place there’s a place
For protection
(Made by The Powers that Be)
Oh,
ease, you can spend and destroy as much as you please
I'm trying to get it by means, take a vacation to Beijing
It take adventure to be a king, experience
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