Lyrics:
swear it's not me
I blame my father for running out when I was three
Born in the ghetto, I'm a product of society
I blame my eighth grade teacher for
and I tried to hear more
I heard many voices but they weren't the kind
That I'd heard in my life or any other time
at the back of my coat there blew
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
Then you've a haunch what the music meant . . . hunger and night and the stars.
And hunger not of the belly kind, that's banished with bacon and beans,
a little tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
I know it's kind
a little tonight (uh uh)
'cause everybody's making trouble
Someone's burst their bubble
But we'll be getting by alright (uh uh uh)
I know it's kind
again, but be kind to yourself
Please do something that will make you happy
You know they cannot always make you smile
They cannot always stay by your
entertained by
Not just the voice or the band
But by the outfit as well
Modeliste: You're also the face of the fall
Winter 2017 John Varvatos campaign how did
isn't anything of the kind
But you went out, in other
Words, for the status
Instead of for the actuality
Watch what is going on watch what happens
Nobody
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
Zooropa bluer kind of white
Zooropa it could be yours tonight
We're mild and green
And squeaky clean
(What do you want?)
(What do you want?)
(What
Zooropa bluer kind of white
Zooropa it could be yours tonight
We're mild and green
And squeaky clean
(What do you want?)
(What do you want?)
(What
up and comes to a stop
Like man what a funny thought the both of them 10 feet apart
It made me think back to a song by Kendrick Lamar
Called how much
Mapping out a sky
What you feel like, planning a sky
What you feel when voices that come
Through the window
Go
Until they distance and die
Until there's
and the straight way (skibbilibeng)
So mi go say
Make way
Ghetto youth bursting through your gateway
Holy Mount Zion I a maintain
Trodding through the narrow
[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto
Dead to the world
Stretched out like a corpse for real
Y'all niggas thinking what y'all reading
In The Source is real
What my life like, you looking
tell my mom where I've gone
I can't tell anyone at all you see
My best friend Sam was raped by a man that
We knew 'cause he worked
In the after-school
And start shit, it's the ghetto manifesto
That's what I'm talking about
Make me scream and shout
East, West, North, and South
Gonna turn this party out
Hey,
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
Island, surrounded by holes.
Oh little Island, surrendered to hope.
What kind of secrets
you keep in your roots?
What kind of secrets
you keep in your soul?
any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word
any click that's winnin' any crew
Doin' whatever's trendy, even they leave me too
Ain't enough room in this town
What is beef between ghetto word
a window
While you finish the hat
Mapping out a sky
What you feel like, planning a sky
How you feel when voices that come
Through the window, go
Until they
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