Lyrics:
she sip a little wine before she go to sleep
She say it help her relax but nothin help her more than me (Woo)
Your chick is showing she Naughty by
Just a traveller, a stranger in a strange land
You run out of gas on the edge of town
Everyone's kind, nobody minds lending a helping hand
But you
You Already Lost
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Your power is already fading & I’m never
town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
town
A sad misfortune came over me
Which caused me to stray from the land
Far away from me friends and relations
Betrayed by the black velvet band
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn
D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades
Having the big chains,
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
action
Barely spaghetti jewels, machetes for y'all
Little Debbie say "I bet he do"
Big bellies to big tellies, Jim Kelly's, we flip Shelly's
It's Lils,
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
the border, Mexico right next do'
And our women fine
Yellow with the big behind
H Town a goldmine for niggas
If they got grind (Snoop Dogg)
How they do it out
She, she, came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
She, she, came from the land of the cotton
A land that was nearly forgotten by everyone
And she, she worked and she slaved so hard
A big old field
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
here
Whoa, whoa, everybody's dreaming big
Whoa, whoa, everybody's just getting by
That's how it goes in every day America
A little town with a great big
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
a mine oh mine, yeah it's a mine oh mine
You can drive it up, it's got big wheels to that old cabin, sittin' on the hills
That pretty little cabin built
to town
I picked out a lot in the big cemetery in the shade of a tall maple tree
Figured it's the least I could do for my papa
After all the things
I'll do what I can
To take you off to the promised land
I'm a sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Sun king, honey
We can rule across
I'll do what I can
To take you off to the promised land
I'm a sun king, baby
Let me take you by the hand
Sun king, honey
We can rule across
with Humphrey)
How they con the little middle man
Into thinkin' he has got a hand
To play in the future of the Promised Land,
He owes himself
to a great big pen
Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in
Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town o, town o, town o
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