Lyrics:
do the addition in ballerina shoes
Enough with the clever raps, it's more important than that
I put my city on the map, nigga
Yeah, I really put my
We weren't the richest but we was firm (Yea)
You taught me that there's more to life than money
I remember vividly having 200 in my checkings
memories
When I fall, wanna fall free
I'm a shell of who I used to be
Losing touch with the old me
Surround myself in crowds of people
Still feel more alone
bust on indo dreams
Uhh, I don't be fuckin with keys
Rock the shell-top, or pin-striped Lee's
I could write a song make a hundred G's
You went back
me flying huh
Smoking more grass than a garden huh yeah
Got my girl crying uh
She said she tired of my lying huh yeah
But girl I ain't lying huh
I just
Don't believe in love no More
Loving you is a no no
I won't be caught up by Bitches
I'm saving up for new Switches
Thoughts of you were Fictitious
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
in, they ain't know they in trouble
Valet the whip by the front door
On a Percocet now and I need me some more
Tell me them lies that you want me
get wired like a Western Union and I got to be me
And I got more balls than the daily lottery
Like hemorrhoidal itch yo you can't ignore me
the rulebook
Tossed protocol to the wayside
You better hope
To get Saved
By The Bell
Like Bay Side
My crew is deeper in the streets
Than most of yall so called
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
'Cause what
night with you
You better hold me like I'm
More than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters
life-y
Facts
Mess up I'll make you my side piece
Facts
My life a movie shot by Spike Lee
Facts, uh, make more than you make Mm-hmm
Shawty gonna make it
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
feel like
Sometimes it's better than real life
So we celebrate the memories
You can't replace the energy
Everything how it was meant to me
Conduct
her to sleep
Fighting these demons is more than it seems
More than a Nigga that's living a dream
I bought my baby a bunch of CELINE
You by my side
more than memories you just forget, you just forget?
Is life a blessing or a curse we spend most days lost and hurt
We all ache for something in the end,
Like an Eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin'
a nut, so more than scissors I cut, (cut)
You can be a slut (slut), hoochie lady, or housewife, (wife)
A real man gon' want to hit it, it's hanging
miss you more than you could know
Now my consciousness sits all alone
You leave a mark just like memory foam
Paralyzed, place is filled with lies
I keep
Ev'ry time you come around
I hear that lonesome sound
Ooh, train of memories
Boxcars go flyin' by
With all my dreams inside
Ooh, train
goodbye
Rollin' down the tracks
Of the tears you made me cry
Ooh, train of memories
Ooh, here it comes again
Ooh, it's more than I can stand
No matter what
medicine is more than that
I pray that God keep walking with me
Cuz the only thing that I really would think
The sweet memories they don't go like they used
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