Lyrics:
eyes
I wasn't walking in your shoes
But please let me run the race
Cus I wanna be side by side here next to you
This house is made of glass and full
eyes
I wasn't walking in your shoes
But please let me run the race
Cus I wanna be side by side here next to you
This house is made of glass and full
down/15
Ima weigh it all by the stack and the pounds now/16
I don’t want a rollie on my wrist ima put it in my mas house/17
Put it in my pas house/18
When
clouds, steady drifting
When pain come to get ya (it hit ya like flu)
Better times will pick ya (do what you gotta do)
To earn focus in the stormy
want liquor
I just wanna see you been hella long
Even though I know you ain't comin' home
I'm slidin' by your house rollin' up strong
One more time
Just
time
For good times
You know why she's sitting by the window
She's waiting for her prince to come
And here I am on the opposite side of the room
hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew"
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react, caught two in the chest
Now look
dem?
I've been livin' this life
Lookin' real good, they got me in Hollywood
They say that I'm blind
By all the shiny things, designer frame
Can't
people barley remember me from back in the day
i done got some contacts and threw the glasses away
the time it took me to get cool was a massive delay
but
that in your eyes
You think that he's not good enough, no
We've been goodbye faking in a smile
You walk inside the house
I sound the clock on nine
Dad I
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
and shovel too, ain't no machine can
That's been proved to you"
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
that's been proved to you!
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
Trains go by on the rails John
in God and keep your hustle goin strong
Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close
Remember good things come to those who want it
Time goes by, and Christsmas lists change
But some things don't ever change
Like the anticipation of being together
Christmas at our house is full
you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician to abacadabra
enough
I've been jumping time zones, in and out of time
By writing songs and playing shows
And this time feels like we will be everywhere
London
home alone
Twenty times by now
(So good)
It's freaking Christmas time
The best time of the year
(Of the year)
At least that's what they say
(That's
to know the truth, this is the time for payback, Klaus Blatter has returned.
We are ready to once again take the world of acid house by storm.
waited on
Just to find out all the money in our pension was gone
We invested in somethin' called the Abacus Bond
Sold to us by a New York banker
Good
it all as long as you in the plans
Hope you understand i'm your biggest fan
Ay
Yeah yeah
I just want a good time
Need them summers on the beach
Need
and a judge with a very progressive and humanitarian track record
For a man of his time.
But when he lost his first bid for governor in 1958 by hedging
Y'all sick, the chips got the haters nauseous
They chicks jumpin' in my whip like a mosh pit
I wish (wish) I could be effected by any hate but I can't
Wake yo punk ass up for the 93 shot
M-C Eihts in the motherfuckin' house
Geah
And it ain't nothin but a Compton thing y'all
And we ain't nuthin
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