Lyrics:
come in, don't be scared
Revealing that the Jash is a
Mask with too much time
And far too much love for an old band gone by
'Cos this is a passion
an object
Designed by an artistic hand
'Twas the costly layout of a hop fiend
And the fiend was my blue velvet band
Boys listen now to my story
It's the tale
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
Wolf, wolf all you want, run your mouth in the street
But you ain't gon' fuck with a picture of me
I don't give a motherfuck if you a hundred deep
a life she loves
She like to run those streets, come alive in the dark, I hope she's doing fine
I give it all, she takes, While I watch from afar, I can't
It's cool
Tell me whatchu wanna know
I got bands that's just fosho
Tell me if you gonna leave when it's hard?
Tell me if you gonna leave when you
I walk down the street people passing me by
They look you up and down
But they don't look you in the eye
I'm just another stranger in my own hometown
And the book of Futurelations 9:22 said
From whence the streets she came
To whence the streets she shall return
My bitch she bad, she bougie like
Police ride by
Think they here for me
I'm tryna get out the streets
Momma said is was the one
So I'm taking the lead
I should been in the league
But
I drink tea and smoke weed 4 am in the streets
Never disappointed mama but I disappointed me
Yo I disappointed Kobe and I disappointed steph
No more
on the marble
(Hey) smack them stars in the Wraith
Put 'em all in your face
Hundred bands for the bond when
My dawg caught his case
Wipe my hand by my head,
ain't feeling complete
Fuck fake love they all for the streets
Straight to the bag and I'm moving the lead
Talk on the net got you knocked off your feet
I
“And so, as the Occupy movement comes to a sad
and predictable end here in Washington DC,
we are here to look back at the confusing, interesting
and they plot on how to be me
But like Stevie, you ain't gonna see me
I'm in New York with my Niggas on Pike Street.
You in the dump still sad still beneath
as fast as, my slow drag, just watched her leave
I was always knew one day the spotlight, wrong bus right by dead-end streets
But when it came to love
she played the fiddle in an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I
can't satisfy on my own
By myself I'd be lost, believe me
Never destined to be all alone
My whole world is sad and empty
When you're gone
All alone, my
or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?
So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
By one so small
Let love be in the hearts of all
Oh, I can't wait until the day
there's sunshine in their eyes
You and I may never see them cry
she love then disown her
So many bitches did me wrong now I'm the wrong one
A loner smokin sticky marijuana
Don't want sad bitches only want the bad
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, this that Clipse sample, ayy (G.Ry got me)
Fuck that talkin', let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands
through
Nigga I'm just saying
Don't ever cross me get stepped on
Like a marching band (Stepped on)
Tryna get my nigga out the streets
All he know is sin
there's no seat in the range
Girl said she loves me I think that she’s playing
I think that she’s playing, I ain't into games, made bands off of scams K did
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