Lyrics:
held to this coil?
Guess I ought struggle and toil
Pull yourself together man,
Don't sleep on the spoils
Pure will is recommended,
Every moment feel it
would have kissed me
I fantasized it while I rode
The brothers Arthur’s bike
Carry on the back so I could
Tug along the heavy load
These are roads less
I don't fuckin' know, I don't fuckin' know
I don't know how to feel I don't know what the problem is
I don't know what the issue is And that shit is
it's all for the clout
I'm stuck outside
I can't sleep while your keeping me by
I won't leave til I see you tonight
Buts that's life
That's life
Dreaming
they a** King Arthur
Money on the line, you can see that it's calling
Don't got a whip, still trap on the Marta
Still got bands- just to spend
where a check be
I ain’t even finish school
How dare a nigga test me?
I be cool with that tool, act a fool with that XD
Fuck a competition I’ve been
how going public got me secluded in privacy
That's key to what's driving me
Donell Jones
Where I wanna be
Honestly
So if there's some beef it's yours
on ya
I might be wrong I don’t know,
But Diana baby sure know
How to put on a show,
You probably warm in the inside but is that heart cold,
Or is it
make sure they feel the pain
It's mighty strange how your peephole is my fuckin gauge
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the fuckin stage
I
the pain
It's mighty strange how your peephole is my f***in gauge
Catch you in concert and then wipe you off the f***in stage
I feel a ghetto rage let's
better
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
Walking through the streets and it feeling like nothing less
Happy days come and go but I stay hoping for best
Now I wonder how I wrote this and still feel
how it feels
I'm trying to get my pockets
Filled up fat like uncle Phil
Uhh Uhh
I want the big house
On the hills
Even with the paparazzi
All up in my
Ready Uncle Paulie
Its about that time
How does it feel
Fugazi, Im Jay-Z, with acute A and the hyphon
Striking, the pen is likend to lighting when I
step I take hurts like the last
And every flood feels like it's
Flashing past my eyes
Through hard goodbyes
Heartfelt hellos
Hell froze that night
And I
wouldn't wanna be you.
Don't matter if they believe you
I know that your deceitful
Don't matter how others treat you
It won't change how I greet you.
With
visions of this life when Corey kicked it with Raven
5 years old watching Disney that Whitney life I was craving
Misbehaving like I'm Houston on stages
don't wanna feel it
Fuck
The pot moving from the steam
That's Residual Heat
Impressive lyrics and beat
What you waiting for
Move ya feet
The pot move from
better
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by the Clash
It was writing checks that my body couldn't cash
everyday)
You know how we play
(It's like zipahdee-dipahdee-doo)
Who?
[Proof]
Power robber double-oh father
Fatherin' arthur of not to bother
With niggas
really mean
Meaning that the karama ain't going for me I'm pretty beat
Woke up with a scream, mom and dad goin at it again
Wish it was a dream, pour
Out that 318 it's another one of them country bunkens
Tryna make a name for his self
Don't interrupt him, he writing...
Don't interrupt him, be
Whoever we are
Wherever we're from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
It's gonna take a lot more
Than
Let's move on to another delicate
Subject: disarmament how do you
Feel about the necessity and
Possibility of achieving it?
Well, that's like apple pie
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