Lyrics:
forging the attitude
The new fearless type
This past, the negro’s past, of rope, fire
Torture death and humiliation fear by day
And night, fear as deep
your fake face off
No pretending
Cry yourself out now bitch
No pretending
Give 'em some to talk about still
No pretending
Gain nothing to cry about
Just play my music
cnd I'll be by your side
Baby don't cry
We all gon die as long as time goes by
Try to consider your folks like a goldmine
Beware
the music, will let me ride"
Rebel Music free the pain inside, until this day in my ghetto
I hear echoes, where anger cry, feel me?
I bring tears
for a second then I screamed
"She's dead!" and everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn't trying to claim her
out your man is sending them folks to you
Maybe you shed a tear and you never cry
Always true to your word and you never lie
Got your hand on them
The voice gets rougher
Shout my vocals, I salute all the locals
Slept on, kept them out of radio focus
Hocus-pocus spooks sitting by the sound
Corporations
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
I trust)
I been fucked by so many damn managers
While they push me out front of these cameras (managers, cameras)
All this music I done gave
, the music
Women cry, children laugh, men dance
I refuse to lose self and try to win fans
Over, weight on my shoulder fluctuates like Oprah's
My refrigerator
mind like a story book
And there's no happy endings to this life
Cause I can see the heartbreak in your eyes
I can feel the pain that you cry deep
mind, feels like living in a lie
Can't change, by myself, 'cause it's hurting all the time
Before I cry my heart out I will just give it a smile
systems
Pump by four Jeeps
running like a convoy roll to the club
Kind of crowded
What a scene
pulling up with Jodeci
Blasting out the fifteen
So I
already back for round two
This here for shit's and giggles
Here's an epiphany
Dax ain't droppin' music when he's rappin'
He's droppin' symphonies
I make
By: jimmy buffett
Spoken intro with music playing:
This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
exits he just trynna get by
Goodbye
I see the pain in they face that they hide in disguise
The masquerade for them days that its all a facade
But I just
(Going back West)
Yes I know, I'll make out alright
Going back West
(Going back West)
Where my music's playing all night
Going back West
(Going back
You never cry like a lover should
Sighing out loud when it feels real good
Or see the sky through the stone and wood
You never cry like a lover
see me cry yet
You've got 7 missed calls
17 texts
Couple read texts
That you haven't seen yet
You need a deep breath
You need to reset
You've got 7
won't last
We are showing that the roots run deep
And the hope won't cease 'cause everyday we believe
We will, hold on and hold out, put it together
you
You scream at the sky till your face turns blue
We've all got our reasons, I can't tell you why
Haunted by our demons, make you wanna cry
Feels like
is where I belong
Girl you did me wrong
You're deleted out my phone
Please don't call my line
I don't wanna hear you cry at night
Dont ask for another
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