Lyrics:
where I'll be by the end of the night
Like uh, we get sexy
'Cause the sex with me is like a recipe
So I'm scraping the plate in a first class seat
In
won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
'Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city
a bump
Take everything not to spray with the pump
I get it, I live it some days I be feelin the pressure
And think Ill feel better by quitting but never
playin' it by the game
It's kind of strange when people say you've changed
you can't go too far you got to know who you are
Fame and fortune is the game you
time
I'd say Yeah, you're worth every second of mine
So let's not overthink things
Let's live it day by day
I'd like to see what happens
Before you try
a fuck the world, gotta live it by the day
I been tellin' bro this shit's gonna be okay
Open up your eyes, bro don't you die
Don't you see the light?
Sir can you tell me how to get to Jerusalem
‘Cause I have kinda lost my way
Sir will you help me get there as fast as I can
Tomorrow might be
where I'll be by the end of the night
Like uh, we get sexy
'Cause the sex with me is like a recipe
So I'm scraping the plate in a first class seat
In
the kid's room
Furnished with laughter after our lives were situated
And financially elevated
Our house would be decorated in colours and feelings I've only
The preachers behind their podium
We the future teachers, the leaders
We blast plutonium
No deities exist without people casting
Their stones at 'em
Babylon AD,
To the drama
Got away from the problem
To see another hour
Cuz tomorrow
Is not promised!
Many soldiers
From my country
Got killed because
For The Night!
House Full Of People, But You Always By Your Self
It's a Damn Shame Ain't Nobody There To Give You Help
You Dream Of Wealth But You
speaking, so you listening to the thoughts
Of an evil spirit, in demonic verses everytime I talk
I'm confused, by my psychological set backs
In the storm,
patience's long but soon he won't have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
Cause where he lives they don't use colored people
Living just enough, just
Like clothes don't make the man, true a man made these clothes
I just make em live, when i put em on and strike a pose
They start to yapping if i aint
Scoreboard first!
Explosion, holes blown in my chest
Like Speakers
People screaming louder than some queers
I've been the victim of some
tools to fix it
Feels like I'm fading away
But It even Doesn't matter
No one needs me to stay
Tired of faking a pleasant face
For people who don't
so why would I wait around?
My behind on the clock, half-assing it ain't allowed
That's why your number two, I drink laxative by the ounce
Hey, hey
us off a little
Change for the pain like what we waiting for
You want to smoke but you did nothing just
To pay us off I feed people game but they don't
could tell you of the remarkable tale of Ali Baba and the forty thieves.
If the king would spare my life, and let me live.
I will wait till tomorrow.
I
like this. I am very much worried about it.
You forget about it.
Let's face it tomorrow
Be happy now
This has become a practice every day
They come here
unrehearsed. I was making this trip because I chose to write a book about the Senegal River and its tributaries, and the lives of the people who lived along its
to me
I feel no pain
I feel no sorrow
I just hope I wake up tomorrow
Don't say a word
I know it all
Every time you look at me
I fall
Forget the pain that
be easy
Street lines move slowly, but that's fine by me homie
Rollin south on Water street, a sight I never thought I'd see
Hey yo, K Money, am I going
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