Lyrics:
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
time for it because I already had a real job. And then I was the baby in this C&C Music Factory. And more than once I remember the producer screaming, No
than this"
"Map a way out" it's a phrase
Ocean will use more than once
During the next four hours as we
Talk about his life and
Especially his last few
to God that you never fall out of this life
'Cause it's much more better than all world scenes
Bitch open up your eyes it's a poor girls dream
This is
the most)
And once you find it hold on and keep it close
Don't ever let go
And for the rest of our lives we'll say
Caught in this moment for more than one
rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don't get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank sing that song
The few who noticed the depths of this opus
If you can soak this in as more than song
You will be known as the chosen men after I'm gone
My death is rife
I
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
than yours
Fuck everything bitch fuck this world
I don’t...
I don’t...
Could solve it just by myself I was yours
Babe I won’t
I won’t...
Leave it how I
I've been watching you from a far
For as long as I can remember
You're all a real man could need
And could ever ask for
This is more than a crush
sure of
I'll never ask for more than your love
Nothing's gonna change my love for you
You oughta know by now how much I love you
The world may
!)
Lord give me more (More!)
Yeah I need more. (More!)
Yeah I need more. (More!)
Yeah I need more. (More!)
Lord give me more.
If I don't know it. Teach me
as we knew
you offered me drink, I wanted more than a sip
But I couldn't let go of the straws I was clinging to
Giving it over, giving it over
I was
defect
And you know ain't nobody perfect
And when the curtains close
Open up the doors
No more
See we're losin' this world we love
And it looks
Sharon
Wrote "Take Care" but they push me to
The point where I'm just not caring
I'm just more ready than petty nowadays
Young and in control
Even when
down?
Why don't you shout out?
You're better than this so why do you hold back?
Why don't you shout out?
You're controlled by their venom and it makes me
rhythmic beat
Rest a little while so ya don't get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank sing that song
surroundings, flow better than I used to
Mama, this for us buy us, for the days I wore FUBU (wheel the sound)
Havin' beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my
can't describe, oh, it's more than, it's more than a dream
I'm gonna write my story, I'll lift my head up high
I'm gonna live this moment, don't wanna
told me you’d be my girl
I can’t help it, I’m sitting on top of the world
‘Cause I’m more than a little in love with you
So don’t mind me if I’m crowing
(aight?)
Ain't a fuckin' thing sweet, and ain't nothing fair
Just another nigga dead, don't a motherfucker care
(Dog) It's more to a song than, jewelry
Streets waving to all my people
I'm feeling more at home than Reese Taylor
This are what memories are made of
I remember each grudge, each favor
Each
number one, and I need my services to be world wide like this
So Grammys no go fit pass me by, I dey win 5 even more than that number like this
God! I
come don't get lit up
(CHORUS)
Set my ephod like my tac vest filled with mags of scrip
When I kit up get this work its more than swag or drip
Set my
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