Lyrics:
though he'd often say in his homely way
that he'd sooner live in Hell.
On a Christmas day we were mushing our way
over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your
on Scar Xaylor when it's late
Ain't no discussion get hit with this
(Uh)
Get hit with this ray nigga
Sliding we slide every day nigga
I shoot like CJ nigga
you cry
all nightWednesday early we fall into work all caught
up in the day by dayThursday morning is not Thursday
morning till Alanis says: "How's your
cool whip
Hundred on my neck lookin' like I move bricks
My life is like a movie, every day a new script
And ain't it funny how this money make a mood
Blue Cyclone, Oooh
Well my wife went out of town 'bout a year or so back
And left me at home by myself to batch,
And after five straight nights
What's ya life like?
I be steady reminiscing
In the night time
So when the day comes
Knowing that I might die
Brother I'ma stand tall
Never called
are sly and lie and they follow the fake trends
It's the tip of the day, the media's way, the greed we take
Just leave me this way, let me be on my own,
heard by a precious few
But the years of night are gonna pass forever
When the sun comes shinin’ through
On a a brand new day
We're doin' in a brand new
beat come on it take me back to summer 18
Maybe we can pick this up again one day
If you needed some love
You know you could've called me
Though we
on the dancefloor
Now it's time for us to cold get loose
To show everybody out their that we got juice
Tonight's the night to set what ain't right right
And we
feel, how that feel?
You said it was about alien impulses all over yo poster
We postal phone ya, tell the show close the show
It's over it's like
spun
And all I was thinking was, murder one
Bust a move into an alley and did it right
And me and my crew, we're gone into the night
Broke to my old
know we are alone
Each day I cheat on a chickenhead I figure on
Bust it - man I go chill, me called a gal you wanna kill
She have faith, she have di
Shoe lace tied I just beat ya by a lap
Ruff Chris dine got a t bone with some mash
All my guys lactose we can't be around you rats
Get the car ds
Chris Rich)
Drillers got feelings too (we got feelings too)
Lord, forgive me if I bust my gun (hey)
But I ain't dying by the hands of somebody's so
For this thing called love
Why's it superficial?
Why at night your crying by yourself say I ain't miss you
Duh
Don't deny there might be issues
I'm
just the way of life
Oh I just wish I could say
It's nice working day and night
To get my paper right
Dealing with these sleepless
Nights to be the boss
tired
Of the same thing every night
It's not right
Flipping through my calendar
And I notice
As the days go by
(Wonder if I'm going backwards)
I know I
not around
Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound
White girls gone wild
We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial
Bad bitches got
win
And ill be waiting for you right there baby
I'll be waiting there to pin it like crazy
I hope your ready to go all day (night) long
I hope your
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
out of the crib he did crawl
Count Dracula is what he's called
He said, "The sun's gone down, and now it's night
I'm goin' to spread my wings
the streets
I called my auntie up she told that nigga rest in peace
Ay it's still exit 44
Glenwood Rd
Shit I used to hit the flea market back in the day
Had
by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back
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