Lyrics:
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
the way I ride
While I'm bumpin' My Life by Mary J. Blige
See I damn near cried day Rick James died
See that shit was cold blooded but the music keep
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
him, it's all political now
I think big when, I spit at you now
Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha
Between life and death, they
Well the street lights shine
Down on Blessing Avenue
Lovers they walk by
Holdin' hands two by two
A breeze crosses the porch
Bicycle spokes
on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns
can even time me[03:28.45]One second flat to react to this irony[03:31.11]Never turn my back, yo I always keep my eye on it[03:33.73]My life is not
young lady, crying, but no one helps her out
An old man drinking, tormented by his problems, in the corner of his mind
No rest is need, pills and coffees
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Rest in peace Bigz, that's a gee that I would stand by
Gang life, southern side, punked who couldn't act right
Had million dollar plan and that's to get
the tombs
While living his life within his wounds
He distanced himself from all his friends
Even his sisters and brothers
And as time it went by, he
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
for the revenue (Shoutout)
I run up this shit on my avenue
Stop all that faking you gotta prove it
I do not act but my life Is a movie (Movie)
I drop
I'm worth millions
And your white folks mad cause
I'm sellin' to your childrens
By the ounce and by the key
They don't wanna be like Mike
They wanna be
ain't ever gonna break me, I will always persevere
Life is really feeling deeper in the southern hemisphere
I been on the low, and that's just feeling
If I should meet you on the avenue
Would you take the time for a word or two
Or just walk on by pretending we are strangers
On a summer Sunday
the avenue
Doin' what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't know why
Too much, too many
Karen, she's my boss at the shoe store
We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train
Karen says "honey, make
down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Where
Got through the worst of it
Too far in to quit
Running down the avenues
Acting like rents not due
I told you once before
Truth only leaves you sore
On every lonely avenue
No one could reach them
No one but you
One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flyin' too close to the sun
And life
the introverts, the motherfuckers that don't fit in (Yeah)
The drug-abusers, codeine users that been hurt by women (Yeah)
I'm a drug-abusing, codeine using,
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
the love and I'm feeling alright
Walking by myself all again the next night
I miss the ride up to your avenue
No I was never really mad at you
I need to find
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