Lyrics:
gettin' smaller don't come around if you ain't been around
We smokin' chokin' good & keep the hood fed with plenty pounds
Too prepared for drama promise we
Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
And smote' the water with a two by four
Pharaoh's army got drowned
O Mary don't weep
O Mary don't weep, don't mourn
You don't started back chain smoking I don't like how it look
Now ya dancing all by yourself in the middle of the club
Tryna show you who you are but
And I've come to terms with just what that means
This old Greyhound bus ain't turnin' back
And I packed up my things and I left this old town
To make
and pack up
Cause this this old man he can't last past noon
Well good old Saul is the man if you recall
Who can't recall my name or my seat
But he knows how
Live solo
I wont depend on anything
I won't go
Crying for some help just grow oh
Judging by this industry
Said I'd be sticking with peace
I know that
grow if you water them with a good amount of tears
Empower yourself to step out and be real
Thank your friends, for all the support they give to you
As soon as I consult with Mary I will bring you thru til sunrise
Takes less for love so lets be gone with the hate
Still got time for some peace mang its
Can you die from a broken heart
Tell me how we grow side by side but grow apart
Now my roots will always be tangled with yours
But I guess that's
purchase this dog food
My niggas don't play by the rules
I got my degree out of trap school
Young nigga hitting licks
With the old dirty stick
Trapping out
Yeah
Knew as soon as I got the call that there was somethin' wrong
I had fell asleep with the TV on
I said, "Hey, you good?", There was a brief
to hell but hard to prove
Drinking out of old cups - the most delightful crops
Down by the brook - you might see the crook (hook)
Tiny waterfalls for fish
the riverside
I sit underneath the freeway with an old friend from the old days
And a bottle of wine
He used to call me "Big Time", said he knew someday
the folks like that, I'ma imprint their face up on my feet
Don't fuck with me, I'm Xandro by pain
You can call me Sayin' C, new Osme that I'ma have a brand
company
Get the gun for me
If I catch you on the flip side
Then you were never there
To begin with
Now you see me tryna make a name
You Tryna sabatoge
society so lock me in a jail
This is my legacy
The burden I carry is not for you to understand
Son, you're a child blessed by innocence
If I let you grow
you) (It grows inside my insides and gets colder every year) I don't understand; I was so excited to taste you
(It's bad; I'm told they crawl with and in
passion is found
When every sound
You hear through the headset's what you live and die by
Is that too extreme
Maybe but for me it's a feeling money can't
Went from del's liquor to deli's in the bronx nigga
I'm just a youngin from del amo
With a belt by ferragamo doin' what I want to
You know what
not for lack of bread
Like the Grateful Dead, darling
Gimme a head with hair
Long, beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen waxen
certain
By the second lord I sold my soul
And I can't help but thinking
About me and you growing old
Oh it may be such a long time
Heartache wrestles with
sky
There's an old man there from the old world
To him, it's all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down
at the auburn sky
There's an old man there from the Old World
To him, it's all the same
Calls all his customers by name
Down at the Sunset Grill
Down
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
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