Lyrics:
day
Never stop praying for you cause you is my grace
Work overtime, can't stop working late
You always got me in my groove
Watch me hit my dance moves
as less important
The stress that iv'e loaned you without taking precaution
We drain ourselves out we sink all cause I faucet
Won't be afraid won't be
[Originally by Moneen]
Too late tonight, I'm gone and your miles ahead and I'm lost.
Throughout this darkened scene, clear sky's are what I need.
Straight gangsta nigga, uhh, uh-huh-uhh-uhh
Straight gangsta nigga, yeah
They call me, Hov' the hustler, dough doubler
Drove customers crazy in the late
heart is harder than that
So restart at the back
N make ya way up the front
By the time ya get there
They aint giving out nun
So now im late
remember all the hard times That we had
And I remember late nights
Sitting by you're gravesite Wishing I could see you're face Again
But I know that I cant
other by our side there ain't
Nothing we cant do and
Until the day we die baby
We gon stay true
Till we aint no mo
Till we aint no mo
Imma live this life
that night
but man that pussy was good
but shorty's fuckin up my life.... c'mon, ma! gimme a break!
a few days later, i hit her up just to be real
Dippin 4 sum
Feelin like fuck
Tryna make a mili
Float away
I been stuck in my ways
Simply i was made
Juice lemonade
Woke up on the grind
Freedom is rotting away slowly day by day
This rollercoaster doesn't feel like an end that's not how it was meant
All because of a stupid experiment our
Sixty days, sixty nights
Twenty four hours I put up a fight
Twenty four hours I want you to know
The one I'm waitin' for faith will not
Allow
I
to go be with him
I say she won't dare
That we late?
In a euphoric state
After 3 or 4 it's late
Her phone ringin' off that chain, she just hit ignore
there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Powder Pete, can I get a twelve gauge!
Outlaw every day, on the front
days of our lives
You wink, it goes by
So we'll just get it with no edits
And anything goes, so no time for closed minds
And free my Lil' Weezy
Samuel T. Falbo was born in Floyd County
Late 1950 in eastern Kentucky
Raised by a TV repairman who tinkered
With old radios in a dimly lit kitchen
Four in the mornin' I'm stumblin' home
Thinkin' 'bout you and it's all that I want
You'll never roll 'cuz I'm way out
I'm beggin' for you to wait now
died
Lost track of time and let the stories fly
Well I never saw it as a waste of time
The days go by and you know
There's so much to do before it's time
right back in time
Too late to change my life
Breathing in the air
Let this be the day I die
Take a pill to make it go away
But things never go my way
on no fake shit
Fucking them on that late shift
Kill em with this bay shit
We keep it turned up
Every single day
We do it for the Bay
Bank Roll stay
signin' off
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names
Late late late
Hook x4
[Layzie Bone]
She pulled the curtain
Fo' certain
We go'n leave these
and the dieing..
Think about it...
[CHORUS]
When I think about the days gone by,
All the times.. You wish that you could fly away,
To clear blue skies.. Just
the brothers have him for supper
It's way too late to turn back or run off, so Zak's getting bun up
Life's so deep
A lot of mums cry over deaths in these
Satan is not by himself. And then at times we only say "Satan I bind you" but we must now say "Satan I bind you, I bind your angelic race, and I bind your
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