Lyrics:
to heaven and let Pac hit it (aww)
Future rather hang out with Jada than hang with Will
Shit I feel the same way that that nigga Future feel (I do)
I don't
an einem Tisch sitzt)
It’s Downtown walkin’
Sweet mouth talkin’
The great Big Apple way“
Just get your broker
And any other joker
Money day by day
Jim
outside the door
Come hear a tale of Halloween
And one October not long past
Jim Nightshade and Will Halloway
Would never be quite so young anymore
Fury,
just convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
Well, I can't read
She says to catch her on that hotline
Now people ask I say she's not mine
It's weird I can't recall
Moments with you at all
You only do it for the gram
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
I'm a bottle of Jim
I'm a bottle anything you need
If you're way in the back
Or you couldn't get in
Twist the cap and take a drink
You can slam me down
You know, the way it would come off to other people
Oh he's, he's this and he's that, I don't give a damn what he is
He gotta get in there with me
Oh it's real
You are the one and you're the only
You and me
Memories
All the love that's never ending
To the end of the world
Oh, I'll stay by
the next oNe
Smooth operator oN ah mission
You gotta let me have mah way
Cuz you still fuck that nigga day tah day
Question oNe, Are you mad at me?
Question
Hiram remarried and sent Jim on his way again
Traveling to PA reacquainted with a train again
Son you are an Indian I want you to
Show the other
now for the love that we've made
I feel it the morning, you're still here in the morning
I see you, but you're gone, telephone the doctor, I'm not
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
who the boss is
I work by faith and not my senses
Nwann'em le'anya
I ga-afu Chukwu ji'm n'aka
Bad energy, biko hapum'aka
Chukwu ji'm n'aka
Nwann'em
haven't talked to Joey
In a while, to be honest
That's how different we are it's
Not because I don't
Love him and I don't miss him
And it is painful we
Talk
Kermit the frog and big bird sang "It's not easy being green"
At Jim Hensen's funeral, if I'm fifty-six years old
When I kick the bucket and a fucking
something terrible locked in her attic,
So I'm told
I can feel it on my face
I still feel you everywhere
And operator I can't hold much longer,
day
Nobody like you ever passed my way
Maybe it must be too much sun
Couldn't be my hat, must be too much...
Wait a minute! is that you?
What's that
you rather be wandering, Jim?
With a head that’s so wooden? Do ponder it, Jim
I heard the voice of Madonna say “Pick up the pace”
(I say “the voice
make it out
What I mean to you, do I belong
I try to fight this but I know I'm not that strong
And I feel so helplessly
Watch my eyes are filled
many miles from town,
A friend Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around.
That day two wardens Pogue and Elms rode into check Claude
way I will not stray
From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay
I think for myself, I take advice
And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice
I
to bun a reefer
It's Meek Mill and Omelly, nah that's Hus and Creepa
The way I've been roasting I think I need a diva
Big bunda, she in the Bundesliga
Stay chasin' the green
This that heat rock, the way the beat knock
Came a long way from movin' sheet rock
Not a CL Smooth and I feel like Pete Rock
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