Lyrics:
a little kid at a three ring circus (no)
I don't want to gain the whole world, and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away, let me hear the people say
I
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
my dearest! I cannot open the door.
And why can you not open the door and pass through this gate?
That door this gate is locked to me that door this
Listen to the tale I tell
a haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
my path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open door
him in the foam
The rain keeps falling harder
On my skin and down my bones
The ocean tides will keep falling on the shore
Washing our footprints away
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
a junkie, fucking with 'ron and cocaine
Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned
By the world renowned, Cypress compound!
Heavy artillery
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
Learn my lesson with three eyes
Burned by fire a few times
Door don't open its not mine
I don't chase imma be fine
yeah
I don't chase imma be fine
I don't wanna go, but I've got to leave you, mama
And he's going down the highway
I guess it was around 3:30 in the morning
He could hardly see
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
A ring on every finger of her hand.
She lived down by the river
A flat the council give her,
Wallpaper very scenic
Her outlook very beatnik,
We
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
making me e-e-y, ey
I'm pushing down opening every doors ey, yeah
Open every doors yeah
I'm doing this shit by my own e-e-y
I'm different breed yeah
I was
close my eyes: complete terror
A stationary free-fall seemingly never-ending
I'm aware of everything, it's too much
Overloaded by what's going through my
shoulder, boys, and a six-shooter in my hands --
God knows, I've been all around this world.
The officers came and arrested me and they take me down to jail,
Yo, 'fore the nigga mention my name
I let him know the deal
I'm the nigga, same nigga
Thought was a lame nigga
Now I push a Range nigga
You know
a little kid at a three ring circus
I don't want to gain the whole world and lose my soul
Don't wanna walk away let me hear the people say
(I like that
up on the game when I step through the door
Ya know, some of these niggas is so deceptive
Usin' my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get
up on the game when I step through the door
Ya know, some of these niggas is so deceptive
Usin' my styles like a contraceptive
I hope ya get
record, I've been way too sick
Niggas still asking bout office links
Too many crips stay by my ends
Shame it's the niggas I grew up with
And I ain't mean
and bring it down to the rented
By now, it's a little past five
And I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my eyes
Next thing I know, she giving me
traveling
The world, where we’ve been and where
We would like to go
BUT both of us were in jail … crazy!
My next conversation didn't go so well as I
Was
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