Lyrics:
and count to three
Before you have the audacity
To imply that what you ask of me
Has some sort of value beyond what
Is being conveyed by what I've got
Tell me
been watching my feet my next move gotta be my best move
I left my old bitch and then I told my next one if she don’t act right she get left too
I don’t
Young love is still a love
Though we don't know how to work it
What's purpose? Maybe we should let go
Try again in a year maybe we should realize
Time is
What time is the next miracle, I want to be on board,
Save me a seat by the window where I can see
All those marvelous things to be seen out there.
feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut
standing next to death and it was sinners next to me
I felt lonely. Where was God? Why he ain't with me?
But I'm alive so maybe he was in the sand with me
shoes
With the Rollie going bowling for the old school
I need more for the Michaels
That's a loss for the class, and a score for the rifles
Three hots
clones was born
Yo I know that's corny, no, speaking of corn
Aye yo, fellas wait
Yo Em you three should go celebrate
And what better place to take you
toes off a dead woman's feet
Take me by the hand, and I'll lead you downstairs
And that, little chickies, is where you'll spend the next seven years
on anybody
But I'm not just any body
Please don't step to me, I'm not type to let you back on ya feet
Your next step might be the one to send ya home,
returned our kindness by giving
Us her flesh to sustain
Us she was sick and diseased
Like we all were, but she kept us alive"
"3 things settled and some
headed and dangerous
And still livin' in this matrix
All I wanna do is make my loved ones proud
In this year alone we made three hundred thousand
But
ask why I reply 'cause nobody remember two or three
Cross YM and out of him we'll make a movie (yessir)
We all that we can be, respect the army
you
But shoes on your feet
Rule two
Read Matthew ten
It's the great commission
Try not to sin
Rule three
Take twenty bucks
And have fun
Don't come back
I've stood next to before
But never while I was standing next to you
Thank you
For being here
For bearing witness to my vastness
Through the year
yeah, hold up)
I could give a damn about a bitch, man, you know me (bitch)
Fuck her for three days, then dump her next week (bitch)
Had your bitch
Hotel
Where Nancy and Sid Vicious
And my friend Dave once dwelled
The street was black under my feet
Which continued their walkin'
Though I was vaguely
now about me and the girl next door
Verse 3
I can’t go no place without somebody pointing a finger I can’t show my face ‘cause when
it comes to rumors
Philadelphia DR3W
Grab a helmet and pads it's time to get rumblin'
Lace up your cleats and get the crowd pumpin'
This time of year is like next to nothin'
Go
take years
If I get buzz
Touch ears It's light speed I'm gone
I get on stay on Ride bullshit
I grab life by the horns
I can't afford to slip
If I fall I
(Steve: I don't know Woody.
Are you sure you've got this think hooked up right?
Woody: Listen man, music is my life.
Steve: Alright. Two, three
Maybe our love lives in the hallways of this building, always
And all the paths you walk, one day my feet will step
And I'll be thinking of you
Yeah,
me get on my feet and plant the seed
Before I knew it I was recording the next week
And Doug was a real one, he was testy
Tryna tell me how to get
At your altitude you see the moon
Feelin' like I've gone three hundred sixty-five
Barely alive and nearly back where I started
Years pass, people change,
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