Lyrics:
And soon it's gon be winter
And the storm getting closer
I just get rid of the stress
By being a writer
I need to make right of my sins
I hear the devil's
losing my head
I got a lot on my plate
An empty house, only coming home late
To my cats, to my brother
I need a break, I miss my mother
Oh change is quick
Lost for words could barely speak when I got the news
Tears running down my cheek in a crowded room
Me and Joe in disbelief we know you gone too soon
, and
Felle Fel, rock the house
I can't forget, Capital, rock the house
My man Capital T, will rock the house
And to my man be , a rock the house, and
My
I wake up tryin' to dodge the cops just like my momma did
Came home from school soon as I seen she was up out the crib
Criminal Minded, mind your
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
the blackness, soon I hope to follow.
We’d be sitting by the fire, your wife calls your name.
Our kids running outside, playing midnight games.
Late summer
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
we can be, be together real soon
I hope that we can be, be together real soon
(Real soon )
Just a little bit of game ain't a damn thang
Let the heat
something to eat
Know it's fucked up, that's how it be
Growing up living everyday in the D
And it don't seem like shit gon' change
No time soon in
Which he had purchased their home
But the sadness was soon driven out by a feeling akin
To that of Deja Vú: It was something
Jenny said the previous
Reporting to you live
Waiting for their eyes to peak
They cheating, while we counting sleep
We caught in terms of calling out
Who could be that
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
(litty)
He happy to be home my nigga ain't stop dancin' yet (he didn't)
He did the crime and some extra time what he gotta prove? (What?)
So every chance
join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever
should not be satisfied with the status quo
Though they push and shove and whine and moan
We will not lose hope
Someday soon we'll make this house our home
scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I went to the barbers and heard about a rave
I had a shave then I went home had a bathe
Ring Ring my
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
opting for everything to be safe
And comfortable in our daily lives
So no amount of messiness can
Enter when we are
In this mode it is because we feel
That
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys and the car and the home
But her friends were really his friens
No one stops by to see her much any
better
And maybe we will argue and be through with all these sorry letters
Soon as I come home it's like I get the third degree
Where ya been and who
the one to put
the peaches in your pie
sugar in your tea
the twinkle in your eye
Let me be the one who comes
home to you each night
sit there by the fire
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home
Ya, c'mon!
We should see the gates by mornin'
We should be inside
the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live the greatest story ever told
And you'd like to be in my shoes
Wouldn't you now
Wouldn't you
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