Lyrics:
I wanted to start by
Reminiscing about when he was first born
He was two months premature and
When Chelly had him
He could fit in the palm of my hand
What must I do to begin to let you know that
I'm not the one you can fake on
I'm in the studio cooking daily
I'm a lyrical chef like Raekwon
Watching
the world
Yeah I took it personal
But now my God made my persona whole
And now I'm joined to him like oxen
I just let him bear the yoke
Devil really stooped
The edge of a dark forest
A road not taken, by design
A wanderer stands silent
His face held towards the sky
Not a word escapes him
Though they fill
Send him something he can sing
Send him melodies
That will not bring him pain
You were a lighthouse
A beacon on a island
He stayed too long upon
Your
shoulder pop
Speeding ignoring cops
My nigga serving them feigns lay low at the spot
Cooking him up fry him up like some tots
Fry him up like some pots
Smoke
though they never knew him, they thought he was a cunt
One day this junior freak named Bobby Roll
Told him that it was John and him tomorrow at Four
He
hella paid by bustin' bowls
Took some time off, but I can't wait to go and book a show
Momma lookin' on that stage like, damn son, you finna blow
Drop
I proclaim.
So, I give Him everything,
cnd that is why I sing.
I know He walks with me,
cnd Oh, He talks with me,
cnd welcomes me to the family.
a dream in the clouds I ain't wanna land
Cause I really felt like I was close to him
I'd do the most for him
Just like Noah I might build a boat for him
I'm
but I forgave him
But I can not go for that the next dude play then I'm a slay him
I'm trying to live a better lifestyle but they out here trying to get
no stoppin' him
Grew up from that city, bitch, you gotta keep That clock on him
He loaded up on Donalds, one of them niggas Might get up with him
I'm
this ain’t a smitty this a big Glocc
Why they talking big talk
I don’t give a fuck I hit him in the top and knock his dreads off
Hope they find him by
I got a taste of that
Don't even think twice
You know there's no going back
She wanna take me down the dark side
She gotta taste for him
Know she
man, and look how the way you fucked up his toes and his hands.
(GOD)
But thats the way I made him till the day I lay him
(SATAN)
I just want niggaz
in my rear
I'm getting used to that kinda view
This not a test this not fear
This unmatched
It's all clear, i gotta bloom
Born and raised by a queen
I Need a Friend Who Never Sleeps Copyright 2024
Music and lyrics by Victor Stevens AKA VillageVic
Trouble, trouble, worry,
I just can't take it all
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
easing grieving and that's
That's why I try to never complain
Or ever come off ungrateful by having both of my parents and feeling like we unstable
I mean,
me ghetto up in heaven be a
Place where we all meet
Fresh out the box, no mistake if they off me
Strapped by the crotch
Gates waist like a car seat
A long time forgotten
Are dreams that just fell by the way.
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today.
But she never complains
Never liked him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake knife in his head.
So much for that mans best friend.
Know
that no other woman wanted him but her
Listen, if you think no other woman wants him
Just pitch him out in the street and you will see
Some woman will
A long time forgotten
Are dreams that just fell by the way.
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today.
But she never complains
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