Lyrics:
you every mile you drove away
But now here you are again
So let's skip the "how you been"
And get down to the "more than friends" at last
Oh but
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Here we are
It doesn't talk
It doesn't breathe
All by the end of the night
The sky will fall
But it doesn't make it alright to call
You're just
out here all on my own
I'm feeling like a ghost
Like the world has left me dead in the cold
I need to change
You can see the empty look in my eyes
When
my stunts
I'm not in here tryna front
That the sum of my blunders
Only wonder what's to come
I've become what I get into
Never thinking of what ensues
Now you know you ain't right, eyein' me up all night
Despite the fact some kid is runnin' chitta-chat in your ear
How the hell we get here, with me
vicariously through me
If I get head from Drene
That's one for the team
Cause 702, that's one for the crew
My dawg Hip-Hop really love Claudette
So if I ever
Got time that I'm dying to kill
Brain's hazy but the frights are real
I get choked in the smog
Need a dose for the bog
See the ghosts in the fog like
do and who Im'ma do it to when I get home
How could I have been so blind
And then I look in my rear view
I cannot believe this
Woo woo woo
Damn, here
you the most
You missed them before but you'll miss me the most (Trust)
Lately my head been down, I move like a ghost
No love letters here, just rhymes
I'll be lucky if I ever get there
By god what it that I hear, is it a siren,
Sure enough he got me on his radar
He pulled up behind me and turned
start to clappin'
You know how we get down
(Kick it over here)
We show no fear, that's how we
(Kick it over here)
You might wanna visit and
(Kick it over
get picked off one by one
D.C. had a case of Jekyll and Hyde, and he lost to his worse side
Became an arsonist
California got burned and fled into
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
waiting by the door hope she come back but she won't
Guess I gotta just accept that she ain't here anymore
I turn around and heard a sound I coulda sworn it
When we on the phone
Most of these niggas
Get set up by hoes
Most of these niggas
Be selling they soul
They can't keep it real
So they put on a show
the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To the corner street light
Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was
can’t live in books on the shelves
This one here's for all my world tourers
City, state, country, urban explorers
Now we get around to all the four
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
Changed by
Changed by
Changed (Change) by
Your love
Ooh Change
Yeah
It's been one hell of a year
Kobe died that shit made me shed a tear
Cops still
weight get P.O.P
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you
Sold in a see through right price I deliver
Tell ya
look like they
Always smell onions
Ride by the elementary and kids cussin'
And it's nothin' new to us you could do to us
So get your weapon or player
get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I
Yo, the greatest unsolved mystery
of how I rotate your chicken golden rotissiere
Freak the cheesecake flow from here to Sicily
You really need to get
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