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mek di blue suit dem retreat
Yuh nuh see it
eat hustle pray den sleep
Life one day Haffi sweet
Cause
Lahd  Jesus Christ
For di peas and rice

rhymes,
Got a story to tell, about Clark life, its chaotic climbs.
From late-night study sessions to Grindstone's thumpin' beats,
Clark memories I hold

There's a lot that I could tell you
About a place called Cellar Door
Though you may already know it's history
Better than you think you do

It's

rich
Barely gettin' by
Just another day, more bills I can't pay
Nothin' going my way

Oooh down in LA
Oooh down in LA

She's a wanna be up on the screen

It's always easy when you're feeling blue
To write a song about the one who don't love you
At least it seems that way but sometimes love's just blind

Yeah, I'm a leftist dude with a verde type of hue
Excuse me?  Nah, excuse you
Smack the back of your head with the wrong side of my shoe
Don't be confused

'll get a card to tell you all about your Polling place
On Election Day, go there, and bring your ID, just in case

Electoral College members vote state's

in three days
But oh wait... I think that's him!
Do you wanna put your orders in?
Can I get you another napkin?
How's the margarita and the food?
Work

Ever see the way I'm living, you'll say, "Big mood"
I talk half square and up, yeah, big food
Big whips, big waps, I got big jewels
So if it's

who you know
Posted on the block
God be my rock
Feeling like a free elf Dobby got a sock
Almost midnight on the clock
Homie ticky tock
Last one to talk

stina, blue Madibas for the feature, spittin' lava through the grill, baby
I know they're 'bout to tell me I'm feelin' myself
When they all wanna know

When I pull up they know I'm the boss
They can tell by the way that I walk
So they say
Who's them young saucy brothas who so vibrant
Pull up I got

cactus has needles and your roses have thorns
And the angels on your shoulders are looking pretty worn
I can tell by their wings and the pop songs they

Don´t bring up the past it cuts like a knife
The days that we had was the time of my life
But i never let it show and you don´t really wanna know

So

up to him
I used to wanna be just like him
Now I just spite him
Snitching ain't condoned
Even to my closest kin
Yeah I'm getting money now and
I was

Oh Honey

Delegation

Smooth Grooves: A Sensual Collection, Vol. 9

1996

high-soundin' names
There ain't nothin' they could show her, yeah

Oh, honey (My honey)
Oh, honey (Honey, honey)

Now I just wanna thank you, baby
For

What the fuck am I even hearing on the news?
I can't remember the last time we met, and I miss you
Oh, I just wanna run away, but I can't even move

impossible to me, the appointee
Talkin' about
You should do this or you're like that
Blurring lines around Hamiz and the man who can rap
Never wanna connect

the shit you did in your teens
Not ideal weight by any means

You know what I'm going to say next?

It's time to get up off your ass
It's time to go and show

'm strapped up

You told me that you was gon ride
Look me dead in my eyes and you lied
Its been 10 years since I cried
It get dangerous on this side
Now I tell

on the outskirts of this town
far from the city by the county line
it's never been our time
but tell me baby are you with me now
does it happen to you
does it happen

wanna kill
Don't want no fatty bow, he let one off
Bow, goes off another one
But he ain't click again and my stick came
From his brother's gun
Look over

they going with me
Past tense I can’t think about that shit and reminisce
Had my back against the fence I couldn’t take the shit
They ain't wanna give my

together now 
hold my hand 
its now 
our safety mattress 

paint me a 
pretty portrait too 
you and i
drowning 
in the deep blue 

I need to get by this time