Lyrics:
she was up against
Her mama had her doubts, her dad was not around
Did every little thing by her lonesome
You should've heard the sound, she'll
niggas (ayy)
I am to P to have beef 'bout a B
It's just BB and BG by the feet
Bodies get tied if it be, by the fee (ayy, ayy, ayy)
You niggas ain't
Niggas couldn't train me
I dreamt about a big house
Lowkey on the daily
Remember we would sit out
Showed me where they paid green
You flexing just to stick
about these cops
Put my hood on like Trayvon
All that I know is a W
Up with my clan, I feel like Raekwon
Only time I get a L
Is when I be throwing
C-Murder locked-up 4 Some'm he didn't do
& my nigga Mac, I can't 4git about U
This 4 my nigga, Magic may he rest iN peace (Big Ed)
& I can't 4git ya wife
A fragile tower once rose by my bed
A handy place to stack the books I read
But now the seven basic plot designs
Betray the endings of thier
Like an old abandoned car
She parked it down on a lonely avenue
She forgot about it 'til the day
She laid her eyes on you
And her heart said fire
When you think about me do it in your sleep
Privately
Death is in the air
It's hotter than you'd think
I wish that I could pay a friend to buy me
The breeze, with its tossing about, speaks of the movements on the water
Surface and sends out the shivers.
From those waves I will read
Imagine me as you
Be my eyes and ears
As you read on
Learn about my past, present and future
My flaws, my belief
My success and my love
Loss
With cooling rain and warming sun
So long we lived here, disturbed by none
In freedom, peace and harmony
Like this it should forever be
The forest
Just think about Christmas makes me want to cry
'Cause thats the time of year that my back was never dry
We climb out of the Ryder truck and race
I've been searching day by day
Trying to find another way
To get around it.
I can take any pill I want, but still there's no other way
To get
[Lyrics by Volker Frerich]
[Music by Volker Frerich and F. Krynojewski]
Some say our world will end in fire; some say, in ice
What if it silently
to songs made for listening
There's a backbone in a proportion
The majority lack one
But its not about backbones this time around
Maybe one chance, I
I am sure you won't forget it
Did I stutter?
Yes, I am talking about my mother
A sexy ass and a chest for days
Strippers work it in so many ways
on this very place, lost within
Himself; rapt in reflection? A light breeze swelled about him
Ruffling his hair and wisps of beard, grey with age and wisdom
We don't give a fuck about anyone else
Brought up selfish human beings
Stricken by our own disease
We don't see the way that others see
We're
Soul, soul, soul cakes!
We come hunting for soul cakes!
We are dead, but like we said,
On this night we'll take your bread
And while you're out
Although our travelers had seen a lot of horrible things during their
journey, nothing would
prepare them for what they were about to see when
The ghosts of the past come haunting me
I'm thinking about times that used to be
I past the park where I first got laid down by the canal
Where
he's not up to speed.
He's got a different version of succeed.
Why do people waste their lives worrying about tomorrow
You would think that they were
of the resturant
[Resturant Worker] PUT THE GUN DOWN MAN, YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!
He found himself surrounded by the same four civilians
he met
was oh so clear as I looked through
I listened close and almost heard those tender words of love
As I sat by the fireside with you
If this house could
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