Lyrics:
going down south...Not making it back...
May the lord bless your soul, I love you girl
[Wyclef - Chorus]
Every time I make a run
Girl you turn around
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
the flow
Try telling Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel
They can't sing what's in they soul!
So "Untitled" it is
I never changed nothin', but people
the road like we used to be
Just singin' Bob Dylan's "Song to Woody"
The months and the years they will pass
And I'll wonder where you've been, did you find
in
And still then
I won't find solace, so where's the logic in that?
Worrying 'bout if they think Logic could rap
When it all goes back
take the crown
Fuck it I'll go ten for ten
But I'll probably be in a retirement home by then
If you say your gonna do please fucking do it
I'll supply
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
large
And I will be revered
Like Eminem, Stoney Bob, Nathan,
And Big Sean
Ima be platinum
AKA gone
Bro you know it's all love
Please don't get
better watch if the lights are on
You better watch if your faith is coming home
Is coming home
Like Bob Dylan said you are a master of the war
Heaven, hell
couldn't believe it! All those postcards he'd posed for, for ALL OF THOSE YEARS, and finally, now, AT LAST, his Royalties!
Royalties!
Royalties...
of rumors have you murder sense the release of that album
And some of the things you been through
Well let me put it like this
All this fools talkin'
(Bob Dylan)
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
With an iron
niggas like it's '04
Next to Copeland's on Broadway
More money, more ways, the more clickin'
The more waitin'
Don't be annoying, hittin' my phone all day
Street
Where all the blues come home
And yes there's a rose that blooms at night
Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said
"It's time to get out of here"
Jack
Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny, y'all from the islands?"
Laughed and they just keep
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
on embargoes
These label parties, our union could start a movement
More Bob Moses than Martin Luther
I been to the places that y’all posing and it’s not
lived it
Cried about it I got scars to show I did my time
I fought them off so homie let me teach you all the ropes
Bob and weave, duck and move, mlb
and writin' rhymes
Things is harder than the tarnish on the garnish
And his gold seems to ?, gosh darn-it we, we hold heat
Goin' all out to the fullest,
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
cut the bullshit, enough
Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up
Let's take this shit back to basement
And we can
and laud as our gentry
Look back through the course of the centuries
Call it history bother to record it
But all it is, is the wars that we thought in
Who we
down
Hermes'd out
Damn, ya'll just missed out
Devil horns to all my haters
Dirty weed up in your papers
Get your food spit on by waiters
Ask your girl
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