Lyrics:
Id be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
Id be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
a female, like bap
In fact, I'll have the crowd smackin' you themselves
Where's D12? I don't feel like doin' this by myself, so come on
So what the deal,
too much pain flooded my past, So I burn it up
Burn it up real slow, watch the pain turn to ash
Yo, I'm movin' slow but spittin' fast
I live for
This country has been surprised by the way the world looks now. They don't know if they want to be Matt Dillon or Bob Dylan. They don't know if they
that trench town shower posse click who tried to kill off Marley
Touch down got so many trophies they call me Vince Lombardi
Fourth and inches Super
a back seat, push with the chauffer
My Pops said he's waiting for your ass in the zone
So we can fly to the land, and welcome you home
Rob-O
so much paper but I know
That I know that you a liar liar liar liar
Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out
Dip deep into your pockets, let
trouble:
It's just another rhumba
But it certainly has my numb-bah
So much so, that I can't eat or slum-bah
Can you imagine anything dumb-bah?
Why
Yo, on the M-I-C right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane
I got my Man Scoob Lover on the side of me
Dj Mister Cee on the wheels
Double bubble fire burn and make this cauldron bubble
Casting out an incantation, it must be perfect
Stumble fumble oh it seems I stir up so much trouble
How can one give so much love, and get no love back
I give out so much real, why it never come back
I be wantin to give up but now why would I do dat
[Akil]
Yo, yo, if you had much class
And style like I had
You would be so glad
I see why you so mad
I'm born with it
Like Marvin and Lauren
Feel like Tupac nigga I got the juice
She got Nikes on so I just do it
Ooo
Shorty water yeah she feel like a pool
Bob the Builder yeah I carry my
Where folks like you
Hang around too long
And pass out jobs to yer relatives 'n such
So you all keeps a lot, 'n nobody else
Ever gets too much...to speak
Bob"
It's 'cause I paraphrase so much
But I think it was, "I Miss My Lung Bob"
You know I think it was
I think it was
I think it was
I am driving
These clothes that I am rocking and the ice
It all belongs to Him, not me
You've done so much, much for me
I'm gon' clap and move my
You start your week on Monday
And barely start the day
Your boss keeps asking you for more
And you never have a say
Tuesday is much the same
Still
There was Everything but the Girl
Bob Geldof has no ego
That man should get the Nobel Prize
By the time he sang the solo on Feed the World
I thought he
to pay the price
And it's a shame to me really
But it's her life let's take it back to the beginning
Too much troubles too much pain
Look how many youths
Daddy Kane: no lacking, ain't no half steppin'
Dawg did a minute locked down
The Tik Tok he know just the song by Ke$ha
Bro like Bob Ross, they might get
but they not me
They can stop tryin (stop tryin)
Ni***s can’t top me
Can’t stop me with a stop sign (stop sign)
Got so much cash
Ni***s ask do we got
you on a setback, bounce like a jet pack
Promises and guaranties by modern day pharisees
They use familiarity to push peculiarity
Bubblin' hot, trouble
surprise
Tonight, there's trouble in paradise
So you bury yourself in work
It keeps your mind off, how much it hurts
'Cause there's no love left at home
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