Lyrics:
Blinded by the love I was moving senseless
Blinded by the love I was moving senseless
I was blinded by the love
Somethings throwing me off I nearly loss my
these slugz heat up and cool ya
Off forever more, so help me,
Lord gona find a way to my grave just because I'm a Mur-der-a
Whole not part
Cut me
before, oou
As long as I got you, you know baby its all cool
I'm doing my best, yeah
Why you feelin' stressed, yeah
My life's a test, yeah
Get off my chest
money and I don't get tired
I thank Allah I'ma get my checks, fuck you niggas
I need to get it off my chest, fuck you niggas
I got the hittas in
Can we just get this
Out of our system
Can I just get this
Off of my chest
Oh you know me so well
I'm sure you've already guessed
I know you see
collapsing
But I'm still rapping get it all off my chest
So I came back to the action
When the bird was flying, low, and laughing
Family bashing 'til it
Jake]
Lemme get a minute, I need to get this off my chest -
I’ve been sinnin’ lately, I’m a motherfuckin’ mess
So I roll one up, just to deal with all
I have some things to say
Time to put some things to rest
Its bout time that I repent
Need these feelings off my chest
These are my regrets
Wish I
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
which one a you hoes wanna jump
If you got static, then get it off your chest punk
Cause I ain't bar none
If you're feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha
n'sabi ma n'sta bless
Nha nigga JB legends never die
Di li bu ca baza bu sta na nha chest (Gang)
Oh they dissin
I got my bally on my gun e nu sta num
on my chest
I don't wanna take no time
I don't wanna take no time off
Baby, what you got, motherfuckers want
Say you'd call at 50 now it's 51
Hurry up
got something to do
Brodie told me that he in distress
Told brodie that I'm coming through
Truly from my heart in my chest
Ain't a thing that I'm doing
up
Now run it up, yeah
I get the check
And then run it up
I move with finesse
When I run it up
Got the bolt on my chest
How I run it up
Yea, I get
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
up by my feet
Hating niggas need to sit im satisfied
Assisting sending them to satan obviously
Great when we was all casefile free
Maybe we was all
And the shirt off my back
No friends to turn to
Yeah, I messed up that
Wish we could smoke again
Just for a day, oh
Funny how time goes by
Had respect for
And the shirt off my back
No friends to turn to
Yeah, I messed up that
Wish we could smoke again
Just for a day, oh
Funny how time goes by
Had respect for
me pick me
Cause you know I'm the best
Pick me
Cause I got something to get
Off my chest off my chest
Off my chest
My chest
Whenever you need
Imma get this off my chest
Like this final words
The music meant to heal my pain but it made it worse
I don't wanna die too quick
Seen way too many
broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got
broad day
Ay, nevermind what the blogs say
This what my mind and my heart say
My philosophy profit off of my properties
Get it, flip it, we got
name
I'll be coming yes I'm running oh I'm on my way
Just stay and I'll be there by the break of day
Look for me through the wind and rain
Thunder
this bitch, it get the jumping, get to sparking
You took my heart up out my chest and broke it down, you took apart of me
And I can't get you out of my
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