Lyrics:
can sway
Sweet display
That island love
When I land
I can't by-stand
Imma move
Lockdown the dance
Make the waistline groove
DJ resume
Bring the big boy
To the big games but you know just how I do
I turn my dreams to reality
So, I burn green same time I burn calories though
I'm eating now in fact, I'm
Rockness, what up?
Ron Browz, what up?
Staten Island, what up?
Hanz, what up?
Apple, what up?
Time to go in, hah
Ch'yeah
Feel the tension
with mines (got mine)
It's about awareness and your reaction time (a reaction, ooh)
I gave hammers to little niggas who not responsible for 'em (damn)
I am holding onto you for the last time
Capsized, sinking, feeling like I made mistakes I must live by
Hoping that I'll find somebody new
Just
alone
Hope you're okay with that
Don't call us small town
Never have been, never will
It's a big time sundown
Little house up on a hill
We marry
Now it's hard to find love in the big smoke
its like a needle in a hay stack for most folk
but every time i meet a lady she puts me up on the shelf
You could say that shit again but do you live by it? (Whoa)
Brought the Cayenne outside, bought the big body (skrrt)
Now I'm livin' life just how I
falling in love with you
Through the small port window of a big main whiner I watched the cities rush by
And the gay shining wings of a great steel eagle
he'd be a little boy
But he'll get taller as the time goes by
He'd be a little boy, he'd be a little boy
But pretty soon he'll hear the other boys
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
Shout out Pigeons and Planes
Shout out to Confusion, yeah
I mean it was a time you had to be there
Just kids with bright eyes and big dreams
Man
Me
you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you
This is the story of a young girl
Who was the hippest chick in town.
They call her Big Noise from Winettka.
Miss Birdie's sure to get around.
Big
HPD ain't no time to heal
I
Say
I
Wake up in the morning just to get fly
Yea I need to brush my teeth before I get high
Gotta do what I can just get by
You better off getting a date outta yaw famous krush
Kut yo grass g
U got sum weeds in ya little bush
Be patient it’s gonna kome no need to rush
oooh ee
Life na turn by turn
This na my turn
Make you wait for your turn
Nor kill your self
Cos the money go come
Step at a time
Take two you go fall
time. I would wake up. I would roll over, get ready, say hi to my husband and get into the shower. We always did this one thing. We always shared our
of my imagination
Small portion if even that much
Flustered by the drug
Fell in lust with the rush
Hush, maybe somewhere in it I became a cynic
But your
dialect
Till I, sit in the dark and I reflect
And my reflection shows what it's like here
'Cause this vanity, surrounded by all these lights, yeah
It's
lost them, turn the cheek
Uh
By my will fine by me
Tryna find my time peace
I got 9-5 ties time being
It's finite guys who chime that grind me
Uh
Tye-dye
Flesh from my blood I caress
Right on the page so it's fresh
I take my time, but express
Lot on my mind, but I guess
It's just in my genes like
Young blood
Keep on riding high
With a concrete soul
Young blood
(No need to rush it cause we)
Run on different timezones
Waiting by my phone
Colder
the Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Let my niggas live
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