Lyrics:
still on the go
She said they said that they feel like they don’t know you no more
Far from home
I find it funny how I met you on my birthday
And your
the tidiest officer's mess
Just mention her name
That isn't funny
Peron is a fool, breaking every taboo
Installing a girl in the army H.Q.
And she's
to change your life
(master p)
girl you trippin on me? i'm just trying to have something for us
(mercedes)
no because when it all boiles down
the snakes
All the real ones left
Surrounded by all the fakes
Went from bedroom songs
To record deals
I aint got the time for people
Who aint keeping it real
In Friday's tie-dye nightmare
I was trying to get from here to there
Walking to, passing through people everywhere
I got on at my station, running
unkind
De de de de de de de de de de de de
De de de de de de de de de de de
I walk the lonely streets
I watch the people passing by
I used to smile
old girl, name Faith, hey, what's up?
Know what time it is, man?
Did ye shit all day, man?
Word up, man!
What a fucking role is that?
It's funny
to he AID
Saving her from I
Who's facing death
And a couple of cases
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
Who had the nights
felt so lost
When the kindest girl becomes to you a fucking cause
When you gave so much kindness to people and they ripped it off
How i suppose to feel
the inability to love
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahaha
April? April! April! Oh Frank
You really are a wonderful talker! If
Black could be made into white by talking
[intro]
Yeah, heh
You know it's funny
The more things change, the more they stay the same
I'm sittin', watchin' these things around me
People
and delusion, my conclusion is confusing
Dripping on my memories, twisted off my music
Trying to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we do's it
What if all of our generations were told
That our women all came from gold?
How my people grow cold in the struggle
Myself included in the rubric
statistics like a punching bag
Wild Things
Where my people at?
Straight from the jungle,
I was born in the wild
With a bunch of wild things roaming round
She
a girl
In this working world
The days go by
While life is moving on
They know we make it real
Dinner dates
Headed to the movies
People start
teeth
Tom Dub is the skinny guy
People think he's funny
But he didn't even know tonight he comin' back bloody
Cruisin' Del Ray boy these streets is
tuition and coaching class are making money
Don't you think it's funny
Students are getting fucked up by so many books already Disobeying their teachers
the one to blame
The liquor went from numbing me to killing me
It's hard to chill with you now cause the energy is different
The love is gone I can tell by
bringing it forth to you
People my age, I'm disappointed at the mandem
Still chase girls
All because you wanna bang them
Man like me still
Try to give a hand
handlin' the candleabra
So you sittin' on the baby grand
Transmittin' like you're made of man
But you paint a funny face like a chick
When I see you I'ma
handlin' the candleabra
So you sittin' on the baby grand
Transmittin' like you're made of man
But you paint a funny face like a chick
When I see you I'ma
at the end of some rain
And folks won’t always show you love though you give em the same
I live by some advice from thorough niggas only
Other day one nigga
"That's just how it goes"
Who came out swinging from poverty row
Sits a bit close to the dangerous glow
What do ya see in the fire?
I see rich people
slyer than me,
Your need for attention makes you attract the beef,
Ironically I use to say you were a bad cow,
You a funny little girl with a funny little
.jpg/300px-Andre_Kostelanetz_(1963).jpg "André Kostelanetz")
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