Lyrics:
and the boombox crank
Live in color, I represent, for the hardcore brother
Who pack Lethal Weapons, without Dan Glover
And still we achieve the great, those who
nothing is moving You
CHORUS:
I call You Saviour You call me friend
The love of the Father greater love there's never been
cnd You know me still Your arms
Osmosis
I don't keep up with the Jones's
Try to match my pace
Try to match my motions
You're still worried about mimosas
Brunches
Only put it
friends's hammer and the young shall
not know where lieth the things possessed by their fathers that their
fathers put there only just the night before ...
shit, I don't want it.
Who want it? How could it be mine and I'm still
Hungry still homely, lost and lonely?
So I holler at the forces of the wind
friends
Here and there in Chicago, still felt like something's amiss
Spent loads of time at the gym, and I had some other wins
Until I realized they're
want you by my side.
Verse2
Best friends comes,Best friends go. Forever in my heart . We got the love jones and it grows. We could never ever part.
a marathon
The evil team will be gone
Get my starters, the journey's on
My GBA
Would run out of battery
I would still wanna play
My friends got my back, hey
Prod. Yunmin
Mixed by kkjliu & Greg Huang
Mastered by kkjliu
My dog speak at the door 我的狗对着门外胡言乱语
Someone come to the place of mine 一定是有谁要来我家了
But I
your body wobbly
Still played hopscotch, had a basket pushing friend
Come by my grandmas house, gave him a water every now and then
God bless, God bless
And right where you was we put your bitch lips
Okay
Okay
You nice as me nigga no way
Nigga this Bape boy you still rocking obey
Plug by the border like
wanna wander carefully
Half past six, dad coming home
Mom cooking to Norah Jones
"Don't know why I didn't come," plays low
Massachusetts suburbia
Things
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
and the lot still vacent
And you won't stop speakin' 'til I leave you on the cement
Leakin', all hot none eatin'
[Yogi]
Slow down son,
every few evenings
But even if my ceiling missing niggas still couldn't see me
Ok you fucking with the right one
Not the type by your side soon
worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust somebody else, right
(Right?)
Uh, smokin' ganja but I'm still
my best friend
I wish I could be here
You're not my girl
You're my best friend
You're not mine anymore
I woke up at mid of the night (yeah)
Still hear
Ah no no, the rain is falling down
I ain't forgot about you, say you
I ain't forgot about you, ah no no yeah
Time after time, you still on my mind
wrist for wrist let's have a glow off
Fuck it, brick for brick let's have a blow off
If we go by connections made
I can still climb ladders when
hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it
Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket
I cut hand, you still can't get no cards
You couldn't deal with
every single night
Still I’m in the grind every single night
Working hard for mine that’s the bottom line
Working hard for mine that’s the bottom line
I
nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that'll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
Throw some blow in my tobacco
Then
Texas
Cause I'm bumming a ride, when I should be drivin Lexus
But you know, i gives a fuck about what nigga say
I handle mine, by handlin shit my own way
Upbeat beat
Somber mood
Rhetorical revue
Artillery delivery
Your mind go boom (Boomshakalaka!)
Mine wander, Groo
To what's beyond today
And I
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