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studying medicine and becoming a doctor. But her aunt insisted that she had to take over the business or her father would do so. She continued “by the time
It sounds out of tune[00:04.03]I've washed my hands till they've bled before[00:07.42]And you know just what it sounds like[00:09.10]And this ends
between the said remark
Close to the edge, down by the river
Down at the end, round by the corner
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over
boogie, gangsta boogie)
[ VERSE 2 ]
It only took two years for all of this to occur
He met a light-skinned squally and flipped over her
She was dope
hear a sound motherfucker
16 in the holster, ain't got a care on my shoulder
Angel up there tryna keep me sober
But imma do me 'til my run is over like
just this way
And we're better off
Probably not that great
I'm over thinking
How much
I be overthinking
"How much?"
You'll be over there thinking
Well
Mind over, Mind over, Mind over, Mind o-
Dirt on my hands, touching dirty bands
Bloody bands
Out the mud, call it muddy bands
When you're down, you
Welcome to Slab Rider, Righteous Mezz
30 stops to get this rock, on the block
16 shots in this hot, police Glock
Jackers plot at the spot, by my cot
following dreams
I really wanted
Crossed by fake friends while trying
To make ends meet
Now my heart is a growing vacancy
Screw complacency
If their vision's
For all I know he could be in a ditch
By the sounds of others, he's over a bridge
Saved me, but I couldn't save him
Fuck, he's missed
guard.
16. My times and seasons are ordained and redefined by Heaven's agenda. I refuse to base the progress of my life on the timelines set by men. I
sometimes it's already over
Over and over and over again
Over and over, it's over, the end
Yeah, liftoff
Rift in this thought, what I riffed off
Get winded by
this poker hand
Over and over and over again
I'm sober, I'm sober until I'm drunk in the end
And closure and closure's what I need my friend
I just
'til 71
16, I saw my first grand
And then I went Prada and I lost it
It's like I cremated Moses
'Cause man was just burning profit
Then I spend
burdens, frustration and rage (Gal 6:2).
Yet you want to judge this book by the front page (1 Sam 16:7).
Render your heart and not your garment (Joel 2:13),
you keep your hands on me
Prefect, critique till it's more you, less me
Getting made over
From a civilian to a soldier
Covered by his grace
Luckier
back by the morning
I don’t rate that
Keep borrowing money you cant pay back
I'll will take it an’ flip it to make more dough
Then I’ll do it again
appreciation for giving good service.
You handcuffing her you nervous insecure feeling thats your purpose
by the end of the night i got her leaving with me I'm
sick
Down bad, thinking about a lick
Like, damn, how can I come up again
Nigga, what's wrong
Roll by again
Scrape my hand up, jumpin' over fence
Man,
she bang my bang my
Come over here I make all yo fears disappear
When I sweet talk yo ear
By the end of the night I bet she say my
By the end if
hands
But you, you hurt worse than all four
Cause you're not gone, you just ignore
Everything I try to say
And it gets through to my core
Man I'm blind,
(Throw your hands up!)
The game is over. Meet the new Casanova. Like John Edward I make a many men do cross over. NY, Lc you know they cop this! Va,
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
fire with fire
Till we all there tired at the end of the match
cnd at the end of the match sits my hand at a safe distance
With a pen imagining we could
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