Lyrics:
(For so long)
Searchin (I dont want
romance I just want my
chance searchin)
Searchin, Searchin (Yeah)
Searchin
Just came by here by chance
Only
I would swear I'd never plan again
But I can see the irony
I'm humbled by the passing of time
I am brought down onto my knees
An Arizona half
Oh by the way, while you was out there livin large
Pops put me in charge, Your Godbrotha
The Godbrotha
[Kam]:
And all the families agree
You gotta
Francisco), City by the Bay yeah
(San Francisco), he he he he hey
(You've got me)
(San Francisco), San Francisco
(San Francisco), take me to the water
waiting for me here in Santa Fe
With dreams and postponements along the way
Conditioned by the outstretched miles and high desert hair
Thinking I might
bound
Can't you hear 'em hummin'
Happy times are comin' for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heart's
Here's a man the Sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
and you're flirting with disaster
Walk through the door with my hands on a gun
'Cause niggas 'round here wanna ask where I'm from
I throw up my signs, step back and pop one
'Fore you
toe straps, but sg talk to em!
[Sean Garrett]
I gotta whole bunch of girls I'm tryin' to bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
There's lots of stories in the big city
And two sides to every one
If you've ever been inside a triangle
There's only so far you can run
Alone in
it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
tonight
You should stop by aight
My body language say it all
So we ain't gotta talk
I got a fly spot southside queens New York
Now I know you know I wanna
And fightin' off them summer blues
Guess the year flew by
Now it's Christmas time with you
There's a crow talkin' up a storm
On a pine tree in the yard
He's
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ohh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Hi there Ren
It's been a little while, did you miss me?
You thought you'd buried me,
On your mark get set and now go
A worldwide show
Now here's the intro
The torch is lit and now the gun is pointed
Prepare for the world's best to be
If you drove by my drive on a Saturday
You'd see us popping tops in the cedar shade
No matter when or where it's what we do
You could take us
At 2 o' clock in Hollywood
Which means I gotta leave here by 1
I should call an Uber at 12: 50
And then after that I gotta meet Bear at
Joe's Falafel
The road now leads onward
As far as can be
Winding lanes
And hedgerows in threes
By purple mountains
And round every bend
All roads lead to you
There
Yeah
Blageez
I get that rush, when I hear my phone buzz (Rush)
But it wasn't you I had hopes up
I find pieces of you here and there
How do I keep
we bonded
Get questioned by cops nonresponsive
Snitching out here is redundant
Niggas not stupid we conscience
We gone get on and take over the country
by surprise -Lost Boyz
chorus:
girl you took me by surprise
something bout you just divise
you got that thing that i like
yeh u got that thing that
Jesus, I my cross have taken
All to leave and follow You
Destitute, despised, forsaken
Starting here my all is You
Perish every fond ambition
All
(c'mon) if you see me on the block holdin
(what nigga) if you see me rollin by
Remember that chu don't know me
(you don't know me)
If you see me in
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