Lyrics:
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
said, I'll see you in hell But the Kennedys knew all too well
There's a New York version of everyone, whatever that means
You get your fortune told by
wants to love you
Love you
Love you
And develop you to be
Everything He's called you to be even the things you cannot see
I know it's hard to sacrifice
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that I sang then
About the time they called me "Jacky"
If I could be for only an hour
If I
selling smoke for cash
Moms was going through divorce, she ain't even know the half
Pops tried to get back in my life, we knew barely
Dude irked me, hard
want it done by Monday
Fuck it I'm a do it by Wednesday
I aint never care what they say
Run it I'm a do things my way
Turn my phone off to Jackie though
want him to hear me out
Think about the past and all the many things we talked about
Think about all the people influenced by what comes out our mouth
with me for my money
Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin' the grief
Baby moms starts sexin', my so-called beef
Don't give a fuck if they Marked
with me for my money
Learned the hard way, ain't no correctin' the grief
Baby moms starts sexin', my so-called beef
Don't give a fuck if they Marked
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Make time for love and you'll see it will get better
You gotta make time for love make time
I sure would like to see you smile
What if I called in
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
know my life
I know your Momma nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to speak again
I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib
to
know about my life so check this out; this is called My Own Hell
Produced by Don Juan
[Intro 2]
Nigga, my life is straight conflict
When all I want
fuck you, kinda strange how you came at me
I love you but fuck you, I love you but fuck you
I love you but fuck you, things will never be the same with
I'm in the kitchen I ain't washing dishes
Hip Hop I'm here to stay I'm in the house like
Jackie Warren
Bout to rearrange a couple things in this bitch
gets tough, the toughest thing is going harder
But we going hard 'till our daughters penetrate doors in Harvard
Not bothered by any negativity
It was difficult to navigate the world as a homeless teenager. My father was right. It was hard. And the world was tough. I think about this time in
love your back rubs, garlic bread, hot lasagna
These things I can’t provide, I’m on without the dollar
I would’ve stayed but I forgot I got another
start making some mini MEs
When I get my own crib with amenities
When we don't trip over little things
Shit be blowing my head like a Kennedy
I've been
First things first I'm a giant
A behemoth
Best thing since Jesus
Ah
Big gun jam without a reason
Shit get on my last nerve I don't even need this
my,
time you fall
You get yo' ass in a sling
You used to be strong
But now it's, "Ooh baby please"
'Cause falling in love is so hard on the knees
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