Lyrics:
got til it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in
while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was entering a new one
A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made
[SPM]
I ain't got the last two sentences to this verse
[Grimm]
Then just freestyle it
[SPM]
Alright, I can do that
[First Verse (SPM):]
Bring it
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Hop in a jet I get fly with the best I get high by the best and I'm Delaware's finest
I start turning up when I dropped perfect timing
And then I got
you got the marines, then you got the
Motherfuckin special forces
Then you got the Goons which one of them you
Wanna get approached by?
Understand your
that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become
OF OLD GEORGE JONES
CANT BEAT THEM SONGS WHEN YOU’RE RIDING AROUND RIDING AROUND
BUT IN THE BACKSEAT
THERES A BLANKET AND SOME DAMN GOOD MEMORIES
The bitch sucked dick, so much dick
I loved to get my dick sucked by her
Bitches in oakland want to be under
When they suck dick like girl wonder
Niggers in
and it takes me away
Sung by country people and you feel what they say
Like George and Tammy who chill you to the bone
And Loretta Lynn who sings me back
got till it's gone
And I'm not, gonna sing another sad song
But sometimes I do sit and reminisce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in
how many tapes will it take for us to pop, to the top
Cause I'm TRU to this
No Limit, my click we ain't new to this
King George, Young Silkk,
now I'm all on my own
I told you I loved you, had my heart on my arm
Rather put this in a song than say that shit on a call
I'm sitting in the crib
fascism (Heh)
The Brownshirts back, remember that (Yeah)
I told ya’ll
Smokin’ that democracy pack
Gettin’ the racks while the protests gassed
By violent
each err-way, you the pack that I grind
Big chill, cool cat, Sylvester my kind
Oh, you like that, then reply back
Leave ya wet, soakin' rain for what I
George Jones & Verm Gosdin
I once held that someone special, didn't have to let her go
I just stood back and watched my future pass
And for
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
Song tittle: ORBIT
Song writer: Wayne Brown
Song done by: TK360
Beat Produce by: D6
Intro
Ayee!!!
360
All I do is orbit
Heeeeeeeeeey
Orbit orbit
Bust out the meter, this one for Tunechi and Jeter, yeah
Just one song for all my loved ones, yeah
We ain't keepin' score, just know I'm up
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
and straight up pop
I studied Nasir Jones and Aesop Rock
I loved two non black girls who ate up 'Pac
And my daughter's best friend will have you straight up
AppleJack was loved by everyone he ever knew
AppleJack picked apples but he picked the banjo too
Play a song for me AppleJack, AppleJack
Play a song for
still like Jelly Babies
Well! We used to like them
In fact we loved them
And said so in one of the
Papers, you see ever since then
We've been getting
Them
a reflection of your heart. That words alone could never capture. When I write a Christmas song, it is almost always born from a moment in my life, inspired by
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