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dancing in my room
And you keep running away
And I keep trying to hide
I see the look in your face
I might as well have been bli-ii-iind
I'm just trying
the keys in
I be getting hella turnt
From the morning to the evening
Shit so fire leave it burnt
Always gone but never leaving
I'll get that shit cracking
Author of all of it King of the coasts
Flow stuck on brolic got a fleet with the boat
I go through problems redeemed by the Loaf
I got peace in my
to concentrate on you
You can teach me lots of lessons
You can bring me lots of gold
But you just can't live in Texas
If you don't have a lot of soul
Leaving
to concentrate on you
You can teach me lots of lessons
You can bring me lots of gold
But you just can't live in Texas
If you don't have a lot of soul
Leaving
for the job
Take it to the Wild Wild West
{*beat kicks in*}
BOODOODOO..
[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {Ms. Roxy}]
Yeah.. (Come on son)
The one
am leaving"
So I turned into a bat and cut out that evening
The first disco I hit was 54
They didn't even want to let me in the door
I said,
road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
I was driving in a van, I was older than
I, and I plus five, heading Kanye West
Off the tip
impressions like bullets in weapons
And I am the trigger that's teaching a lesson
There's no way around it so don't even stress it
I've got the momentum it
lay in the bed
Now she smile for the cam
You know what I mean
Like the crowd yea she leaving
But she leaving with me
When we inside we collide
That shit
and leaving the gang
But I cannot switch or snitch on my niggas I'm deep in the plan
You niggas are lost in the past, you are still doing the dab
I need like 10
turn
We got stuck in our childish ways
So I'm giving up what I know
To find what's worth knowing
We are bound, we are broken
Torn by the lessons never
And then you can be free
However temporary
Shut the world off
Live in the imaginary
Self-dependence is the hardest learned lesson
It's your strongest weapon
[Too Short]
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(Tune in to the history channel)
These are the tales (learn a lesson
These are the tales
These are the tales that I tell so well
(Tune in to the History Channel)
These are the tales
(Learn a lesson biatch)
These are
We Maxing in this California Sunshine
Turn up the Volume Cuzzin One Time
This how we do it just to get by
Hussle like NIP we on the West Side
Music
Say it with ya chest I came from the west
When it comes to the coast watching waves from a jet
Worry Free how I'm living in a Mazi getting bread
007
where it's frozen now I'm in the west
Chardonnay and paper planes take me away
Party through the night just to see the day
With you by my side it's gone
Salt!
When you live in the hot Savanna or Sahel of West
In cfrica in the thirteenth through
Nineteenth century, there is no refrigeration or snow
invisible
Near the seventh tier but leaving
I took a stance
My ability to break a trance is developed
She seen something different in him, she just
you for life
Take care my people I'm tryna do that for life
If you leave a nigga dead he might walk in the night
You live by a code honor it
Which one
empty space
In the most unlucky way
Now I wonder
Did I find the one in you
Was I too blinded
By all I put you through
I am sorry for the hurt
I never
the way over on the West Coast
And me, I'm still tryin' to live half a life on the road
Seems I'm heavier by the year (heavier by the year)
And heavier
It takes a piece of myself each year
But I swear before the snow falls down again
I'll move somewhere out west
A life out there is waiting for us
And I
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