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think maybe you should fight some
But our life is good like Ha Ha
We're treated well by my God
We keep it real like Bob Ross
We keep it chill like Baja

selves
I produce my own shit
I don't need your help so no need for the fussing
Pull up with the whole squad four doors swang
Whole team of elites I don't

I'm flying to Vancouver
On a private jet
Trying scrap with bars use
Your common sense
Dont get let down get
Gassed by the crowed
You lost as a kid

When the sun goes down, on my side of town
That lonesome feeling, comes to my door
And the whole world turns, blue
There's a rundown bar, 'cross

You're Sitting down all mesmerised,
the world just flying by your eyes You must be tripping, cause it's all inside your mind
You can never tell how

So attached to the words that you probably heard
Second guessed me by nature so detached from the world
You got back on a Monday and was never

kids too, give some loving to him
If you stand by your man and everything he do
There's nothing in the world he wouldn't do for you
That's true

Do I

feel fine
No, I won't feel fine
I'm sipping from the bottle
Just to stumble down that hill
My days at the apartment
Have come to a standstill
As patient

so everybody knows
My time on earth is very minor compared to eternity
Holy Spirit reveal the truth as I tell them verbally
Ayy, they gon' curse me

by this too-down militant militia
Listen, niggaz tend to think your soft when you rap
And that will provoke Fame to busting a cap
You can't hide from

In the limelight
In a crazy world
But it's alright
Blood in my eyes
Ice in my veins
Written on my heart
I die 'fore i slave
I'm from land of lazar
I'm

up by my one good bootlace
Gotta work my rotten socks off if I want to make ends meet
I've poured everything I've got into my chocolate
Now it's

Same Old Song

Sev

Live and Unreleased from Farmclub.com

2002

little did I know 
That I would be scarred 
I'm left all by myself 
For about a second or two 
You know, out with old 
You know, and in with the new

On that one melancholy night
Wishing that my children give me comfort

The piano laying by the door
Playing last of what I have
Meanwhile you're in heaven

straight out here
Had my truancy on blast
By the age of 14 I was managing a staff
Mostly friends on the job but I was still making stack
Had a multitude

Stroke over my face
and then take me some place
whatever you say I obey.

Run the stars with me
and kiss the moon softly
let's make the blue sky turn

leads the way

Chorus

Now everybody's by the pool
All pleaking out on ecstasy
Just bumpin' to a playlist
That's all down on mp3
Comes another group

do in Houston-Aye Houston
When you in Houston

Bumper kits, eighty fo's, trues, vogues
Coming down, riding slow
Hundred round drummer down by the flo'

Would you hose down that one house or hose down that block
I’m trying to understand why you acting like this shit hard for you to comprehend
Oh that’s

so fine
Eating that fine dinner a dine yuh
Don't wanna pull you down but I stand so low I be hitting the ground ey
I been on two steps I been on three

Royce driving on yo big block
Now I got three eyes so don't trip
I'm finna get to rise up on my boss shit
I'll leave a nigga bombed up like it's Boston

Armageddon?
This is you, versus the world
It's three sides, yourself, the dead
And then everybody else
People ARE a resource
When they ain't gettin us all

seen, around a moonlight fire

Messed up kids saved by the grace of God
From their not so proud drunken 3am scenes 
Fighting to beat the devil and running

it? he’s so inquisitive
since maybe now that y’all getting it
World getting smaller my Nig´
Word getting around about me kid 
I do this here speed it
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