Lyrics:
the rotunda, took two cats out with my landing
Then pulled the culture power, dropped the last three niggas standin
Linked with a homie, grabbed the loot
Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink
All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles
Last thing I need to happen is to be
I've done
[Chorus]
My life, my pain lasts forever
Nothin' in these streets makes it better
My life, my pain lasts forever
Nothin' in these streets
steal those blankets)
I can't believe- (Imma steal those blankets)
All my herb spoked up, let the haze retire (I can't believe-)
Uh
All my herb smoked up,
a livin' soul breathin' shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard, fuck with me, bet I blast your ass
So many follow but
and rob reefer, it medicated my mind
Fuck the World, we cried
My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
my little Secret Down In Soho[01:45.20]Yeah, she stay on the low-low[01:48.58]The only thing entice her is her love for the Soul Rolls[01:55.00]She
heart cries
For the day, everyone's heartless
Searching for better things
Maybe that shit is far fetched
Pulling my heart strings till the guitar wept
in my rhymes fighting for yo' spirit and you mind!
So what it be like my brother be catching gangrene
The water be brown in the morning in my sink
like traffic control/
Leave you exposed more than dancing on poles/
I represent the last row where the blunt smoke illuminated by the exit/
Everything is
control/
Leave you exposed more than dancing on poles/
I represent the last row where the blunt smoke illuminated by the exit/Everything is fucked so how am
choking on a feather
But I took my fishingpole, fearing your fever
Down to the swimminghole, where there grows bitter herb
That blooms but one day
to rep live and die by my own set keeping tabs the only thing that I regret yep
Did you hear the news my lifes in shambles, who knew
Did you hear the news
you're the last thing on my mind
Baby girl i really need you in my life
I think about you in the middle of the night
When i wake up you're the first thing
a little bit of molly
Am I out my mind? Most people say prolly
But I've been on my grind puffin L's of that collee (collee)
Pack my bag no parents didn't
the fucking curb
Oh my word oh my word
Not following the herd
Only smoking on that herb
Yeah only smoking on that herb
But I’m
Cooking up this crack
Strapped up
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
gettin lost inside my mind that's where I'm comfiest
I spend my day dreaming bout possibilitys wondering
But nothing ever comes from it
My comfiness keeps
Looking for a better day
My girl is worried 'bout me dying on the road
Man, some things will never change
Grah, now they book me for the cover
Now I'm
I feel faint tryin' to hold myself together
Coulda spilt my own drink
All I hear is beats bumpin'
I'm seein' in doubles
Last thing I need to happen is
I put jewelry on top of the wrist
I put my vision inside of a list
Before I had money, I knew I was rich
Don't worry about none of the herbs that I
shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard, fuck with me, bet I blast your ass
So many follow but can't reach me,
Rhyming is my natural environment, ay
Still cold so the billfold thriving
Smoke fumes billow as a little psilocybin
Rekindles the drive to free my mind
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