Lyrics:
fast, they tell me,
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone, to tell you,
And I just can't believe our song will leave you
fast, they tell me
But I just can't believe they really mean to
There's someone, to tell you and I just can't
Believe our song will leave you
mean I don't believe in
Something just cause I don't believe
That there's an invisible man that whispers
To me in the sky
You might be a little
our lives are kinder without complications of
The fear in me that had taken seed and crowded out the love.
I want you and I let you go
Though we can
somewhere
The road ahead is always so unclear
My head is drowned in my hands
Crowded by thoughts, craving oblivion
We try to be someone
The way you choose is
defines the word "ghetto" as the
Poorest part of any city in
Which a particular group lives, with limited
Opportunity a crowded urban district
Confined by
it the wrong way
When they hear me talking About
Hustle this hustle that
Know what I’m saying
Get money, by any means
Know what I’m saying
Guns
Murder
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
in the house, gettin funky in the joint
(Say, muthafucka)
(Say, muthafucka)
(Say, muthafucka
What you mean you ain't gon' let me in this
Funky
addictive tendency’s
By any means heal my disease do anything to profit off this industry
They killing me with legal drugs tolerance keep peeking but
Doctors
the love we give
A money chest full of love
(But we hid the key)
This is the ghost of you
Haunting the ghost of me
We're lonely in a crowded room
stared at by Confederates but hard as hell
Tight jeans penny loafers, but I still drink a Bodine
Staying on my me shit, but hated on by both sides
I'm
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
Everything was glossy like straight out of a movie scene. Power's House of Sound. If you think about it, it even sounded impressive. And they wanted me to join
"Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"
He said, "Whatchu mean by
Gotta watch out for them critters
I get the party live Common Sense will get the party live huh
I get the party live Common Sense will get
the night
Then go to work to be answering phones
Surrounded by fat carboholics smoking cancerous bones
I'd rather live by the i-Ching and do my thing
Lifes
the Coupe, me and Snoop in the glass house
Bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', swervin'
Blaze up a whole ounce and get the ramen with the cotton candy
Yeah, and all
We gon' be alright we gon' be alright
Do you hear me
Do you feel me? We gon' be alright
What you want, you a house, you a car?
Acres and a mule,
Why you by the window?, what's wrong daddy?
I know what's wrong with that crazy motherfucker
He's just stand by the goddamn window
With that
Got my guy
By my side
No complaints
It’s a vibe
When we drive, an escape
I’m with you
Yeah you got me
Interlaced
(We only got one life, I wanna live
a damn
Bitch, had left me heartless, I'm a star now, I can't link with fans
I ain't got no flower, I feel crowded with my Jeeter at
She acting brand new,
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
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