Lyrics:
spiritual/lyrical, remember them days they wasnt feeling you/and now these niggas real and they approach you in the physical/how ya life change, swear to GOD its so
Brr)
In the end, it's just some gobble gobble (brr, baow!)
Fly out Paris, fly out Berlin, bitch my life's cos fonny
Bitch this GS monny, not no fuckin'
on in my veins.
And I cool down.
Things sound good right now.
Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, and move as one.
Funny how no one knows we came.
They
So if I ever forget the things that I like
I hope you’re there to remind me to appreciate
The little things in life
Little things
Little things
sacks in the league I might run em down
Count by tens bitch it add up 100 rounds
Ain't mistaken if you hear a hunnid sounds
Been a circus til now honked
back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's a tragedy (Lord)
And you better
wanna thank you mom,
For the way you raised me,
All your life you wanted
Only one thing,
And that was to say
(she was daddy's little girl)
Confused,
great, yeah
I wanna thank you, mum, for the way were, yeah
All your life you want to only one thing
And that was to be daddy's little girl
Confused
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
Last summer you know when I met you,
I didn't know that this could be so true,
"Love is in little things"
Holding hands on to that club roof,
in the shade
When you're workin' all the time
Make a little more love, more love
And be happy for the rest of your life
Be happy for the rest
only fifteen, should have
Been a beauty queen, still
See her cryin' by the caskets
When her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'cause even though
Here with you tonight
(Yea)
I just wanna get you by my side
(I just want a bad thing, yea)
(Pretty little face, with a back thing, yea)
(Make a little
things)
Well, me and you setting in a love seat
Music in the background, Gram P
Kids running 'round with the bare feet
Man, this is life, ain't it
Really sick and tired of walking 'round
With these white people feeling privileged calling me nigga
Been sentimental bout things just a little
But I'm cool
'Cause if that come to life, then I might not be right here
Been in the dark so long, don't know if the light here
But I'm just reaching for the stars
Massachusetts
My little biddy she stay out in Boston
She flossing, I'm bossing, we do that shit often
We all up in Neiman's, ain't ask what it's costing
Used
Art isn't easy
Every minor detail is a major decision
Have to keep things in scale
Have to hold to your vision
What's a little cocktail conversation
Art isn't easy
Every minor detail is a major decision
Have to keep things in scale
Have to hold to your vision
What's a little cocktail conversation
introduce your girl to some boss living
Everything 2K around me like I'm Irving
I'm in Oakland with the Stephens
All my niggas got a F-N
Hit shorty on DM
Got
fine
I've walked forever down this dusty road
A life of passion accented by
The scent of a rose
And no one said it'd be easy
Man believe me I know
Cause
been trying to live my life this shit's getting out of hand
But I'm determined to get this out cause tomorrow's not in our hand
Thought I lost it at his
Dig a little deeper in the well boys
Dig a little deeper in the well
If you want a good cool drink of water
You gotta dig a little deeper in the well
some things ah change
I know this shit ain't right
But I gotta get it mane
Whip the work right
Left crack all on the ceiling mane
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