Lyrics:
By Walter Egan
It was a Sunday night I will never forget,
Driving down the street in my red Camaro,
As I pulled in to the seven eleven,
The locals
Or should i say Walter
(extracted)
You could never keep up
She wants me to put it in her butt
But I wont front
I'm way too fucked up
(yuh)
I don't want
City
You have forgotten me, I have been tied to another world that has already been lost
2 Worlds tied by our memories, as you remember me everything you
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be waiting for you
Until you get through
I'll be waiting
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be
I been Breaking Bad with the mic
All my lines are off Walter's White
Never cracked as to solving why
I get people bricked bringing hype
Them suckers
my anticipation
The stench of failure's never on me, I don't reek of that fragrance
Even if I tried to hide it, still get active and blitz
The streets
Open my eyes at 7 this morning, yeah
Ambulances is street sweeping
Bodies up off the corner and To my surprise
I'm caught up in my existence
My time
She goes pumping iron every morning twice a week
When I'm by her side I got no fear
She'll take care of every single living creep
I just love the way
that
in patterson that's just the way things go
if yhou're black you might as well not show up on the street
less you wanna draw the heat.
meanwhile
chuck a penny my way
I'll catch it with my teeth
And arf like a seal
I'm so lonely and so gutted
Like a trout
Whilst you are the fisherman
I swim
racks racks)
Gonna be a legend like Walter Payton
She say my VVS's so irritating
Ain't good for my health, the way I feel myself
Hands on I'm talking
I'ma strong swimmer
Head above the water til I got keys to the beamer
Mastering my craft so my pockets do not get slimmer
Jenny Craig the way I'm moving
the moon is out
Man i can't lie i'm alive when the moon is Out
Ok the moon is out
Look at me dropping straight bombs like Trout
You salty motherfuckas just
the police
Cause out here, the heart has gotta eat
So we live by any means in Chicago streets
I say truthfully, I'm trying to bring you me
I'm trying to bring
nearly died because they deified their side
I haven't forgot what the dream seemed to hide
Your intoxicated copper gobbles trout and sprouts
As Buddhists
(I'm in the streets getting money)
(I'm in the streets getting money)
(I'm in the streets getting money)
(I'm in the streets getting money)
I
the roof all because of me
Her favorite words is 'Dope ain't the only way to eat'
She told me other day she hope I don't die in these streets
I just pray
of yarn
Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
Idlest Delilah
Trout and trees remind me of my
Darling 'D the Diver,'
Diver D was a satyr -
I finesse Professor Oak, chemist with no lab coat
I've been gone off the smoke, your girl love the way I stroke
Her pussy just getting poked, when
But somehow we've gotten off-track
And we never really got it back, no, yeah
I think we better find a way, yeah
And get right back to the good old
Ear Drummers
They think this woman beside me
'Cause the way I wear my tees and my dreams, ayy
(Where do you wanna take me?)
Little do they know
Get the fuck up out my way
Get the fuck up out my face
Feel like I'm on numbered days
Couldn't run away from pain
All the lies I've been betrayed
there
I never judge the color of skin
Hold'em accountable by what's within
I'll say they names to hold'em down
Tamir Rice to Micheal Brown
From Walter
because adults strange
I play around with this shit that you call a game
Money put the head on the lid,talk to the walking dead
Drive by,pull up
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