Lyrics:
from the grain
If you ain't my main man like RZA
Stay in your lane
Stay in your lane
(Verse 3: you-God)
The rain of Spain falls mainly
at the same time
Keep a nine, niggaz try to do at the same time
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[Verse 3]
I love to floss but ain't no secret I'm a stunna
Ride top of da
Life isn't funny when your working yourself out
Get in or get out
I'm standing by myself
In your room, It's so crowded
Just let me out:
Just
room 3
Told me you was workin'
But you were with her cheatin' on me
No no no
[Chorus]
No no no
I ain't takin' this no more
It's time for me
sleeping in
Days seem like they're decades
And minutes pass like years gone by
But still i sit here wasting the time of my life
California dreaming
Oh a man must be mad or want money bad to venture catching whales
For he may be drowned when the whale turns around or his head be smashed by the tail
did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
If I wake up in World War III
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
swept above off the clouds
But fallen down left shaken
Abandened by the pills I'd taken
I could have kept on going
With no one ever knowing
Who really
Was a time I would have cried
Those days have all gone by
You always walked a crooked line
And so did I
You read my thoughts, you knew my fears
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
views and getting thoughts off the mind
For three whole hours everything was cool
Around quarter to twelve they took the strangest twist
I'm looking in
or the browning
Tone haffi bury inna sitten by a morning
1. Mi is a bwoy who don't believe say mi fi draw nill
If even for a minute mi haffi put it in still
him, but I don't wined up wit him
I just stack my cake, hair back to the states
Know it's two case, like "Oh yea, by the way..."
I'M A HUSLA BABE
soul to weep
I once dreamed of a tower
Of black ebony stone
Surrounded by three rivers
Flegethon, Acheron and Styx
And blood painted my dreams scarlet
And by the fucking way, I don't mistake your predictions
For anything but mother fucking fiction, there will be friction
[Chorus: x 2]
It's your
They stole our foundation.
Broken by production, released at ten.
Before you kill your idols
Kiss them good night.
After birth the hand that
you to stay,
So you gotta go!
(You always give it to me!)
Now I was rollin' with my buddies till way past three,
And we was doin' Captain Morgan's
the reason why your girl, keep jocking me
Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by
She knows that I'm waiting by the door.
I know that she's trying to cover up
Staring at the floor.
Let's Go! Don't say maybe.
Forget everyone
we said "hi",
Three hundred and sixty five days have gone by now,
And I could paint of picture of you.
I see you every time I pass your locker,
to collect interest and respect
By cutting out some things I thought didn't matter
Turned all of my whines into "doing fines"
It saves me so much time
of the hinge
Grab the VP by the post office assistant with tints
Hit ya head of promotion with a fist of the chins
There's a crew of hungry niggaz sellin clips
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