Lyrics:
I felt the change in the weather
Since we're not together
But I think it's for the better
That I'm by myself
We don't have each other
Because you
pictures
Listen to me, I see your career goin' sky high
Takin' you home to the crib in the Chi
And every time I see your thighs, I cry when I drive by
the downtown kids that's hittin' licks
Skater boys in the park tryna fuck some white chicks
E is for the East Side
Ruff Ryde', ride or die
Motorbikes from
Once was a time I thought
Love could be sold or bought
Everything fell in place for me
The fashion of passion I rationed with caution
Because
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
Hey, Instagram
This is a song I've been writing, oh, for a few months
I don't know, I, I started writing it about family
Just came up now, so
Watch to ‘fun'
‘Cause it's hide and seek
Hunted by musical monsters
Ain't that what you wanted?
You came for some games and a bite
The doors have all
Imma take you to the start
Where a nigga found my heart
Fell in love forever dogg
Pure paramour no flaw
On my way from darby park
Bangin all that
The people in the park
Strange and misguided
By the fact that there's power
Hidden in their land
It's an irony to me
This park I reside in
But there
Range Rover
Calinan
New Mercedes
Mclaren
I want all that park in
If I fail I get it again
Account runnin' on two bands
I just spend a 20 on my mama I
the wall
You already know the call
We gon' let the pennies fall, Yeah
They gon' know just who we are
Watch that shot we goin' far
Places you can't go by car,
The ghettos of America are breeding grounds
For the criminal minded
As for years they have killed one another of
And America has enjoyed its creation
the Green Park arcades, and downhill to the river, sifting through glass-fronted boutiques, leaving for Metroland and the Christmas break. I listened because
for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present
News at 11, Scarface and Doc
From Bricks to South Park we say,
friends that
Aren't alive no more the years gone by
Talking about years gone by
Now lets take it all the way back to '84
(yeah yeah) let's hear it for
the check cashin' spots on Fillmore and Broadway (uh-huh)
I treat my city like Monopoly, sitting on Park Place (Park shit)
The engine in the shit I'm
pretty I get you to the
Crib for I forget it we kick it for a minute
But I'll kick ya out if I feel you tryna know
To much of my business baby so chill out
clutching and steel
Remember them days I was robbin' em, people got jacked with no chill
Fuck how you feel, if you gon' move like you want it, my niggas park
of a rock and a hard place
Lately been feeling really not 'cuz of heartache
Lately been itching for to pop with a Glock
Any nigga top thinking that he hot,
tryna look like you got it all
Go ahead and act like you can't lose everything by tomorrow, see how that works for you
Twenty years breathing in the hot
walking down by Delaware Park
You rarely hold my hand when it's after dark
And all of the places that we go and the things that we have seen
[Chorus]
places to go
Gone (Let's go)
They got you workin' late at night babe
So here's a little somethin' for you (for you)
For you (for you)
For you (I
to even chill outside
Never will you justify
How you voted for a man that wanted to murder the Central Park Five
(Exonerated)
Sounding like unusual
of the park
Probably end up a drifter, lonely
But I'm still hoping for a change of heart
And a place, a place, a place to start
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