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farmer's hands.
I said -- I hate your father, it's so hard not to strike him.
She said --You know I love you because you're so much like him.
And so I'd
know? Go steal and rob
A magnum box, VCR box, packing rocks
Hundred bill counterfeit's get broke
Down in weed-spots
"Does the scheming stop?" You're
retreat into advance"
What Roosevelt sketched out in his
Speech is the knife’s edge
That separates failure from success in
Life that edge is your attitude
we share
Special times alone (ahh)
Just don't ever change
'Cause I'm so into you
And you know it feels good , know that you're by my side (yeah)
murder no other
Does she even see me or know what I am feeling?
I want to take her out for a happy meal
But these toys got me thinking I really should be
If they say why, why
Tell them that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
You rocked my world, you know you did
And everything I own
the baby that it has been created
So in the same sense, when you're making music, you're pushing out a child
And, uh, by thinking about, uh, what the baby
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
to your basement and listen (you're gonna fuckin' check this out)
Lesson three, get a job at a label, switch demos with Canibus
And put yours
they're bored
They miss the way I was before
I guess I sold out, they mad
Gold mouth, Louis bag but everything I was
Made me everything I, everything I am
do my dance
That's my mother fucking boogie
She got a fat ass look like Snooki
Get out my class, boy, you a rookie
I see you dropped your first song
Do
Little does he know that they just look down on me
- one of my mothers is on kemo and I have no self esteem
And I'm always letting my nightmares
prevent me
I'm up so you know everybody tryna ride with me
Ride for me, but baby you don't wanna die for me
Talking out your ass you looking like a liar homie
Cry
short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
Tell
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away two years.
And possibly the rest of your life.
And I'm not sorry, because this is the path that I choose.
I know you're not sorry for what your
For the names of the faceless will never be known
The charade becomes the ending of those
OH!
Your fates are made by you and played out by you
guaranteed you'll be there"
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
So
Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
But you don't know all of it
Especially since the story's not over and a
New instalment just came out heading into
This weekend, as Jay-Z uses
The year is 1993, last memory of your father
Bittersweet, you wonder if he ever thinks about your mother
Does he know she never trusted men again to have
Three, two, one begin
Watch out! The Scout's out and about
Running around
Bringing bonks right down to your scalp
(Bonk)
Do you even know who
Towards your only child you not protective
All you do is smoke and Drink and I'm neglected
Nobody knows what you going through
You were neglected by
think you're Tom Sawyer
'Til I pull you out the fuckin' storybook and stomp on ya
Fuckin' fictitional characters and fairytales
Prepare yourself for
I felt it in my core before the words begin to flood
I knew you were a demon, didn't know you're out for blood
I can't shake the thought I wasted time
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