Lyrics:
just bought a New Edition, you can't stand the rain
Y'all say this soft nigga hard and that, I can't explain
Y'all think he's soul for real, I see
soul, for some weed and some gold
Just to keep, up with the young feeling old
Tryna fit, in Hollywood like a mold
Fuck what niggas done told you
L.A. can
Life is great
Feel the weight of the interlude
Pressure building up
Compressor fills the inner tube
I am so sick of views
All of these business moves
do right
I will do right, I call her Onitemi
Interlude
Verse
I know I've fallen for you
I know I adore you
I'll be a shoulder for you to lean on
Me
Interlude
Crushes
By DRE, Period
It's like people got too cool to have crushes
They been crushed a lot
They Had to get all readjusted accustomed
Niggas don't understand
North side raise a real nigga you hear me
The interlude
Shout out all my north side niggas, west side niggas
East side
drive
Damn, they work me so damn hard
Work by nine, then off past five
And they work my nerves
That's why I cannot sleep at night
I'm lookin' for
on my own
So don't go it alone
Piano studio girl
She's my piano studio girl
It wasn't so much time ago, I was a sad and lonely soul
Driven crazy by
motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do the ladies run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Put it down for the bitches all across the map
All the real live bitches all across
of a chickenJoined by her soul friendsEating the naughty childrenThat’s how this story ends
ChorusBaba Yaga Baba Yaga Boney hag, Earth motherBaba Yaga Baba YagaMortar
just like my SoundCloud
That bitch just gave that good mouth (That bitch just gave that good mouth)
She real cute like Bao Bao
She gave cat, no Mao Mao
eyes
Painted toe nails, legacys die
Drivin by the well, egyption queens, Arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings, for the joy some sing
shot and I got, to find a murderer
With a double-edge pump and a church killer
Don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for
disheveled room,
Ludwig Von Beethoven is slumped over his piano
And on the piano sits the just completed manuscript for his tenth symphony.
It is his
Cuz that shit sticks
But you can get it filled though
And keep pushing through the rain I mean for real bro
One thing that he taught me is to stand ten
soul, man
Gift from a mother and father, twixt the son and the daughter
Fixed by cells that are martyred (martyred)
Riding fluorescent coat tails out
that matters.
I belive in the rhythm I feel I don't know if it's a dream or real.
I don't ask for much these days, just want to sing my songs in my
torch!! What
You stood for we stand for!! Patrick Day “All Day” Lets
Go!!
His story glorious victorious
We could look at his death as morbid
by the river (ask around)
I got fishing poles on side of fishes
You gotta feel us
We the real goons, it's a difference
Took his soul away
Threw
NOTHING MATTERS
WRITTEN BY: LARRY KING, JOIE SCOTT
KEYS JOHN BLASUCCI
PIANO LARRY KING
GUITARS MICHAEL THOMPSON
DRUMS KHARI PARKER
BASS ALAN
disheveled room,
Ludwig Von Beethoven is slumped over his piano
And on the piano sits the just completed manuscript for his tenth symphony.
It is his
know my heart
it talks to me
The whiskey bottle’s empty
My mind won’t change
It´s like a seal
So come on and take it for real
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I’m gonna
do when you are gone
Piano interlude
And if you find that I have fallen
Past the point of no return yeah yeah yeah yeah
And if I have to live
right, hand is on my left
Hot mama freeze, I like what I see
Is it asking too much for you to talk to me?
Hit the dance floor, share a spark with me
Oh,
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