Lyrics:
I could have wrote a letter, but I felt like this would be better
Hopefully everyone will see that this is no dynasty, no democracy, no hypocrisy
I
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
Colleen is missing you Natane is missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
By the way, Big we missing you Pac we missing you
We feel
demand
Be first class, don't ever think second-hand
You're gonna be a star, a big star
In style, L.A. Style
(Get in style)
Say hi as you cruise by
By the shores of Gitche Gumee
By the shining Big Sea Water
Downward through the evening twilight
In the days that are forgotten
From the land
a trap star
I'm a G boy, I asked my homey can I hit that
D-boy, sell a hundred bricks like a big sack
Trap star, one thousand pounds of the stank
Pound of the kush, whole thing rolled up
Indigo cup, you can smoke what you want
Live by the rules, only take two puffs
Got a pound from the plug,
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go
the stars
And I don't know where to start
But she don't want my heart and I'm falling apart
Take me back to the start
On the very first night, we were under
Every day that I wake up pain inside
Yeah I've still got that pain in my life
Back then I was just trying to get by
Now days I'm just trying to stay
I can't blame them if they don't ask
Million dollars on my mind and it don't pass
Paint a picture of my world is the perfect image
Wrote this letter
what time it is
Yeah, I'm aiming for the stars
Gotta go hard, I gotta make it to the end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back again
Everybody know what time it is
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
to take it's place
Sweet talk comes easy
Sometimes it'll get you by
Love is a five letter word spelled M-O-N-E-Y
Let the poets write of love
It sounds good
the different yous
Four page letters in addition to
Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin
We used to party a lot, we used to be in
By the way, Big we missing you Pac we missing you
We feel your presence just not in the physical
All across the world, blocks is miserable
Y'all left
a rug
Bitch niggas want to know if it's true
Let me tell you motherfuckers who you listening too
Its the I dot get shot C E
Big D reload flip the clip
know the tings I've done
I just gotta put faith in myself I was made from the stars so that's where I belong
Like this is a letter to my future self bro
Big letters, all big and bold
Old Dirty Bastard, bask and blow
I'm in heaven
With my boyfriend, my laughing boyfriend
There's no beginning
drawn by hand
Made by a million grains of sand
On a clear night you can see ‘em written in the Southern stars
There’s some that last, some that fade
Some
I'm on my way to Nater
You love me, don't text
Write a letter
We neat as fuck
We don't litter
I fucked all her friend
She was bitter
I control funds
(Voom)
Or shit
Running from the house to the car
Let her drive she a star, (She a star)
Gave her a letter she a read
Jumped in the pool by the bed
Say
I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof?
Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin
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