Lyrics:
again, like a hooker's baptism
No need to resurrect me like
Christ when he's risen
'Cause I'm immortalized by these
Words that I'm givin'
Listen to this
to walk
Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
in the tool shed
No words
You just worse and i'll prove it
For the gall
And the all that I walk by
I had to do it on my own in them hard times
I had
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
Tonight's the night I speak my truth, I'm drowning in my blues, I don't know what to do
Tonight's the night I sip my juice, I live my dream but
And as I live and learn because there's always someone mouthing
Speaking on an issue, praise you or they diss you
Long as I am strong, the words fly by me
Why' ya know, every now and then
I think you might like to hear something from me
Raw and smooth
But there's just one thing
You see I never ever do
high
He easing my thoughts
Man I don't know why
I dream bout blue skies
My mind in the clouds
And time still goes by
Still pray to the most high
He
Lyrically, I'm like Royce Da' 59
cnd when it comes to the women, just know I only like dimes
Told her my number was 5857
5655, these the lies that I'm telling
ravens: they only mook you and will make you try tot hink
If I start getting blue, I consult Pigeons they will know what to do
imma defeat the odds yes my God is my witness
This strictness for putting words together is my weakness
Discreetness I promise imma never show my
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
behind the curtain
Different version
Don't say too many words and
Feel like a burden
You're the only person
I'm for certain
I'm not acting tough
I'm just
the edited version
Spitting bars, wiping ass
Multitasked, I'm too learned
I'm not the brightest in the slightest
But know one thing's for certain
If I play my
Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
Deep within my
Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone
Deep within my
to walk
Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,
and the dieing..
Think about it...
[CHORUS]
When I think about the days gone by,
All the times.. You wish that you could fly away,
To clear blue skies.. Just
Freak out, guess what? I don't even know
You think somebody tell her I got dough
Freak out, whatever, only do what you feel is clear
Long as we can
COTTONMOUTH GROVE
Word and Music by John Ford Coley
(When you hear that sound
You know a pistol will do ya no good) Studio version only
She sat
the worst I ever seen
I'm like Hol up Hol up
Shit get worser than it seem
I know a nigga on the tube
He live a version of my dream
See niggas from my city
won't have it
So average your status it don't matter
Shey you know we bout that life so don't panic
Look fresh look fly with no stylist
I'm bout to put
Living dreams that seem to die,
I know I'm just lost inside,
This storm,
It will form a worse version of myself.
Feeling the cold creeping on me,
I
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