Lyrics:
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
straight to the dollars
Ima be home by the summer
It's been raining so much it's been a bummer
She's a track star so she's a runner
Before you go here goes
need-a stop it ooh (Stop)
Run to the money no track meet (Track)
Nun of these people attract me (Nah)
We blowing up and thats facts b (What?)
We got this
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife commandments
on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
we gonna start
it' s for me and you , let the dream come true
not a broken heart , now we gonna start
it' s for me and you , let the dream come true
and tell me what you feeling
Cause ain't nobody gonna stop this rhyme
West Side Homies on this track top of the line
So come my baby I wanna hold you so
back today
Never gonna track back
Never gonna track back
Never gonna track back today
I used to be a man of fortune
But now i see that its all gone
Do
run it like a track meet
(Come to me, drive-in movie)
Tonight, I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat
Bubble pop electric
Bubble pop
classy, gold hand bone, mama said I'm too flashy
Niggas wanna jack me, tell 'em, "Run it," like a track meet
On my DMX shit, tell my enemies to get at me
trust me
Did I cry when they dropped me?
(nah) , can they stop me? (won't)
Tryna sell 4 million copies (THUG)
If I wasn't spittin' it'd be prison or death
Oh, it's easy to love me
Consider you lucky
Sweet but sinister
Try me I swear
I'm gonna let down my hair
I'm gonna break things in here
You
toking this strain
It's gonna leave me stranded in this dimension
Or to mention, niggas is snitching
Might charge me with battery
But fuck that, 'cause
spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks
say to me bitch
Said that shit about a thousand times
I got it all going like
Bad bitch on my dick
Came back to the track
Gotta carry on
Fuck that
Fool me twice, it's strike three and that's how it's gonna be
Step on my shoes, I'll step on your face wearin' cleats
My Air Max 90's, you can't fuck
Always wanna spit shit at me
It's almost like they tryna track me
It's almost like they tryna track me
P-p-prisoner of my own thoughts
Even though I am my
down and drowns me in sin
We the kings the kings are back it be Zip upon the track
With Drew and Wiz how bout that yea you haters talk that smack
homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV
homework better be finished, I beat yo' ass
Yo' teachers better not be bitchin' 'bout you in class
That pizza better not be wasted, you eat it all
That TV
tree
Building this house exactly the way Charlemagne tha God
And Lord Jamar thought it would be
Wait a minute, the Lord and the God hate me
Jesus
hear that whistle blow
It'll be here in a minute, you'll wave and I'll look back
I'm gonna leave you cryin' in the smoke along the track.
Goodbye so
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