Lyrics:
the magic is dead
And what becomes of little boys who're lost inside their head?
Well, if you don't receive the message
Then you'll know that I have
the magic is dead
And what becomes of little boys who're lost inside their head?
Well, if you don't receive the message
Then you'll know that I have
wrote the scripture
When hotheads all had they hands on the nine like it's a quarter to
Drivin' past the boys in blue, all my brothers turn Corbin Bleu
where the poets is
Under some gutter, at the library, by the cafe, at the ATM
You know where the poets is
At the perfume store, in the buffet line
feel so loved by another
cnd then I met her golden little boy
Four years young, so full of life and love
But every time I had to say, "Goodbye dears"
than the egg leave the womb
Consider me endangered cause I know I'm dyin soon
Twenty-five years incarceration if I pull it
Bring the yellow tape, haters
I Lost You - song 5
I remember when I held your little body in my arms
I gave you my all tried to shield you from all danger and harm
I might have
the drive
Been pulled more times than a horny guy's
Bit by dip lights doin' forty-five
Big body, tectonics, rollin' by (yo, yo)
Yo, fly like a phoenix
You ain't want no regular type of life
Fuck is that the barbeques and
Yeah
Look, a yo I'm trying to find the sign
I ain't no working nine to five
a homicide
Home invasion bullets flying by his mama's eyes
All these hardships I harbor you think I'd ought to cry
His brother really a fan telling me I got
surrounded by bosses I’m not just talking push that button that roof come off it/ I’m bout profits if you ain’t talking that than you lost me /At Benihana
Boy you a bitch
You be hanging with midgets
See me in person
These niggas be timid
Spinnin they block
And I'm making em fidget (Bitch)
And you know i
And believe I ain't gon' stop
Until the midwest mine
Yeah, yeah
Everybody wanna hear the fast flow
Comin' out the C-L-E-V-E-L-A-N-D you better
Be rippin'
Work a whole lot for a little
Work 3 jobs got my body feeling crippled
Got a little raise upgrade by a nickel
"Wait are you serious?"
Could’ve hit a lick
damn, nigga bout time
Been four years or is the drought at five?
Streets is thirsty like a fountain line
I was brain storming with a cloudy mind
Great
through
Wit a razor it's the Pacer, spray stuff that fuck yo face up
It's kinda like Foreman fightin Fraiser, break yo boy's bonez
Step inside
down in Thailand
With five grand beside man, and diamonds on nightstands
No demons or phenoms who creep by in white vans
Seen them on my streets
Them
Dope boy knot got fives and tens
Solitaire rocks, my diamonds big
Niggas getting wacked, don't try the kid
Seen your bitch bad, but her body big
prolly be a trillionaire (oh)
Two double cups and Adderall, sometimes I feel like God, I finally done lost it
Gotta pay the cost to be the boss so I'm
of a slime, I love somethin' sharp (slime)
Your girlfriend a dime, I might fuck her raw (uh)
I lost my patience, I took that boy off
They think I'm racist,
Readin' Pimp
Playa-istic shit
By dino boys
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny
And make 'em join
The winning team
Ain't nothin'
hello, who is this?
Merry Christmas Melvyn
It can't be
Come on Mel how about pulling a cracker
By the look of you darling I think I already have
Get
called eagle
And everybody's ill yea illegal
People steal cars we steal people
We eat like dogs but we're still people
And even when your lost trouble
This is the worst
I'm nothing more than a second of your thoughts
This is the worst
You're nothing more than the one I lost
This is the worst
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