Lyrics:
at some point
it all went wrong
I don't remember much from last night
but still far more than I would like to
I'm floating downstream that damned
stand up, say what's on my mind
Point my finger at the wrong I find
Let it linger till another time
Or let it go?
I've seen forests turn to fields
Sect. one hut down
Sect. two sleep still
Sect. three raw deal
Next, sect. eight
Let out whizz-bang
Set out at point blank
Three rats slip out
informed of thedropoff point
So we boys and boys we keep rollin
Over to my girlfriend and don't think
When I talk to my homeboys I don't hear
They said
& Shoballotti]
Yo stolen car -- top down, on point -- real route
Set it off -- thug it out, pull a heist -- peel out
Fingerprints -- ain't none, black mask --
lying on the floor
But I need another go,
Cause she arouses me so
She arouses me so,
She arouses me so
What's the point of sleepin'
Instead
is your sweetness
So what's the point in trying to fight it
You've got me in the palm of your hand
You can shake me down
You can wind me up
to the point where no nothing but pain)
I'm finna let you a lil' deeper in my life
Got to the point, I feel if I speak it's aight
I'm finna vent to y'all,
so the others can be born
We age so the others can be young
The point of life is live, love
If you can, then pass it on, right?
We die so the others
to know what's going on in my mind?"
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every guy I see
Hey, big spender!
Spend a little time
don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me
When your eyes look into mine
Jeepers
I was a little too tall
Could've used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly renown
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points
Me, myself and I
Are all in love with you
We all think you're wonderful
We do
Me, myself and I
Have just one point of view
We're convinced
like you.
I got a hundred beats; all nicer than your joint.
Karaoke MC's need not receive G's; that's the whole point.
Be out within' the crowd; get
gave the whole squad the Hiroshima for preference
For using my blueprints as a point of reference
Co Flow can only exist in your void which is
don't care how the weather vane points
When the weather vane points to gloomy
It's gotta be sunny to me
When your eyes look into mine
Jeepers
m'en veuillent
(Sur la luna, j'pense à moula, yeah, yeah)
Hijo de puta, faut pas qu'ils m'en veuillent
(J'cherche la faille, les points vitaux, c'est
Bout to up it on my niggas
I'm like we on point know i keep
Them weapons for my niggas
Tell em dot o
Nigga front we stepping on you nigga
Have em cross
on a different level see the gap
Loving myself at last I ain't sad no more
I get high to the point where I can't record
Reminiscing thinkin' 'bout California
more
I don't even hold on to people
Like i do before
'Cus what's the point when the best of it never last for long
Remember all the memories
Bin ba'n
point
Woah, I feel a rupture
I see the breaking point
life's mediocre
What's the point of being perfect when your perfect's not enough
Yeah when people ask me questions they assume I'm there to judge
I see
Or break
But fuck it, I'm laying
With a couple of rounds that are dumped in my brain
Hollow points is all I made
But my caliber is gone away
Getting
of nerds after schools
Become the boss of them dudes
Ain't trying to prove no point
But it ain't no Blueprint for us
Don't want your shoe prints to get stuck
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