Lyrics:
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you
I don't know how to love
I'm sorry that I don't know how to love
(yeah) I'm sorry that I made you
Feel that way to change up
Think about all
precious friend
God only knows how could I be so lame
Now I’ve hit the wall, and I’m feeling sorry
I know you don’t see no use for this
A foolish me begging
(Nyame se deɛn)
Don't hurt Me
(Oh my Word)
No more
No more
See it's never too late
To say that I'm sorry Lord
But since you keep on sinning
What Jesus
a comeback
Don't wanna I'm sorry, Beyoncé, none that
Word to Trippie Redd, live your life as a dumbass
Yeah you missed your beat and I'm hopped on dumb fast
that feel and say
I'm so sorry I hope you don't feel betrayed
I just love you and want you to feel ok
I know I can be a lot I feel but hey
At the end
you better than me
Why you think you more connected than me
I know the truth I don't have no beliefs
I cure cancers with herbs and leafs
Word
Do you
your sister to the bar
One, two!
I'm knocking on your door
Three, four!
I know you want some more
Five, six!
Pour a glass of MIST TWST
Seven, eight!
Dust
and the rhythm is my blanket
Wrap yourself up in it, if you love it, then you'll thank it
Don't move to rebuttal, wave your hand for action
Some ladies in
not by
Trinkets and
Letters to David Cameron but
To live freely
To live
Crawling upon astroturf
Wailing like some sort of mad
Evangelist
We don't
We
and handsome
Ready to go at random
A hater cannot stand um
And no I do not ask for no respect
I just demand um
I'm throwing bombs
You better hope that I don't
Ready to go at random
A hater cannot stand um
And no I do not ask for no respect
I just demand um
I'm throwing bombs
You better hope that I don't land um
and handsome
Ready to go at random
A hater cannot stand um
And no I do not ask for no respect
I just demand um
I'm throwing bombs
You better hope that I don't
no business there
See there's a difference here
You hustlin' so you can be seen
Nigga I'm grindin' so I can disappear"
I don't do it like other
you to be gone
I can show you the world when
I drop this magic carpet bomb
It's no surprise, That I'm breaking the ice
Look I'm just here so I don't
you more often
And we can spend more time together, yeah, I hope you live forever
Thank you for your letter
And I'm sorry to my sister, I know I was
of his only friends in the world
My friends are getting married now I don't have any more friends
I'd pray to make it better jesus loves me
I'm 1.255
Say my diamonds too big can't get wrist in (yeah)
You don't hear me, better listen
Stand on my money, I'm tall as Pippen (yeah)
I'm sorry I'm tryna
they kill someone you love
I've pinned you to the chord
I've pinned you to the chord
I've pinned you to this chord
Satirically speaking, you moron
Don't
even mentioned by all these fuckin' beginners?
I'm so appalled, I might buy the mall
Just to show niggas how much more I have in store
I'm fresher
yesterday I got spooked out and drewed out on an old woman
I told the lady "Look I'm sorry Miss I knew I was wrong,
but you came so fuckin close to me
get longer,
Winding on and on.
Love lost hours make us hard.
You are power mad,
I think that's sad,
Real powers in our hearts.
We live our
bitch, but its still fuck the other guy
I'm a real slime nigga bitch it's fuck the other side
We don't talk no more, so tell me why do I try?
I know it
the stories that you hear on Wikipedia
And musically I'm demonstratin'
When I perform live, feels like I am meditatin'
Times at the Enterprise when some
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