Lyrics:
down by ourselves
We could go escape to somewhere else
This place could be his stage, but I don't want to be his player
This place could be his grave,
of the bus,
She told me she could make it to my house by twelve,
So we could get it on, just amongst ourselves,
She came to, I had a blunt to blow,
After that,
Let's begin with this analogy
Have a seat, with your mind, travel with me
Don't forget to come along with your geography
Imagine in space you see
describe it?
His uniqueness, and his, his, he gon' have you flashy and lookin' good, you know
And then Conway's gon' come with the type of lyrics that's,
Let's take it back (hey, hey)
Let's take it back (hey)
I didn't have a chance
I was walking with my bag down the street to Harrison Ave
other's skins
Even though she's crying
He thinks about men
His friend guesses what I'm up to
A telephone call is made
A life is torn up by the roots
Tea is
eye contact and I can't hold back
I try to shake it but the feeling comes right back
What have I gotten into, I feel possesed by you
I have these
So his friends could always know what we were thinking
"If he succeeds (Which you should not let him do) the solution is to not think in words"
his friends house trying to escape
But immediately forgets that he cannot run from his past
So his friend told him "Man I know some hoes"
Saturday
a third, and they said
Surely we have been sent to you as messengers
They, the people of the town, said
You are only human beings like ourselves
out. As we breathe out, let go of negative thoughts or beliefs we may have about ourselves.
The sun gradually appears in the sky with the rays
casket 'cause the smoke I
Spit will give you lung damage
If you wanna come and grab what I'm grabbin'
You'll have to lift weights and wait
'Cause
didn't buy it in no shop, my G, I get it from my mind
I used to sell my stock in trap houses, now I'm sellin' it online
And, you can ask about me in
[Dr. Dre]
Check this out, we've come to the last and final record
This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it off a little some this like
forget about the dollar amount because
More now than ever it's the thought that counts
The point that I'm trying to make is plain as day for me to call it
of anything
Come on over, bring your kids and bring some sodas
We gon party like it’s 1999
Have ourselves a good time
I wish I could go to a place where
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
on the side of you
Window rolled down, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We could let you slide but
of Jesus
Thank You, Father
We speak blessing into the home, peace into the home
You are a moving, breathing house of miracles
In the mighty name
(Lemme talk to 'em)
I've been in his ear since we were drinkin' beers
Years we've spent together, used to break up get-togethers
With a fight every
some more
I know I ain't the same no more
But let me prove it now that I will never let the paper go
Until we have a house and I can look into the yard
at the bottom of the stairs right by the caretaker's office,
He started licking the pavement.
Every night now since we moved into that new house
There's this
some gigs and carts,
Led by some farmers with lightness in their hearts.
"These are but the shadows of the things that have been"
Said the spirit: "We
parted ways right after that, Max would've said no if he knew about the damn aftermath
But he packed his bags right after math and the bell rang and he
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