Lyrics:
Ooh oh, hey
Hey, oh-oh, hey
He comes from a foreign place
An island far away
Intrigues me with every move
Til' I'm breathless, I'm helpless
ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's want to own me
Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so
the desert
Amazing grace, such a lonely place
For heroes like you and me
Fallen down, just like a shooting star
With no fallen angel standing by
Angel
on the brink of a great achievement)
(In this island, there is no solution to be found)
(To our disagreements by shooting each other)
(There is no real
screaming
We laugh, we cry we live, we die
Only on those pages
Our own cages
Gliding on lines we give off the light
Like a beacon on an empty lonely island
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
Reconnoiter at Rat Island
Halfway between the islands of Hart and Citi
Two acres of shore
In an episode of People's Court
(Birds bones and guano
on these hoes
Like Mike
Call me Curtis Blow
Best believe the P for Pimp
Rest in peace, to Tony Snow
Facin' backwoods by myself
It's lonely at the top
Born on an island in the heavens
The blood of my ancestors flow through me
Here I come! Rougher than the rest of them!
The best of them! Tougher
Turn the beat up a little bit more in here, Bengineer, please!
I guess I'm doing this one by myself
If you can't just be good with being by
Running in the darkness, you slip but carry on
Summoned by soft voices, eyes glow red at dawn
Listen now, as shrieking specters beckon you to rise
dont ask If I can rumble
Im really resilient I come back from tumbles
And Walking by yourself gonna make you feel lonely
You being yourself they gonna
In the dead of night in she wandered
Acting like we strangers it's so awkward
Had to turn the pages didn't want to
On an island not a place to run
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
ain't to be held, who could hold me?
Hoes try to console me, rec' exec's want to own me
Damned if I die slowly, drugged out broke and lonely
Like so
the sticks and ride around
There's a man above the mountain top
Wants to go down breath the salt air by the shore
There's a guy on an island, he ain't
myself
Droppin' shit by my lonely
And on that block I slide up on
Two stolen Glocks I'm not the owner
But I'ma put these bitches on him
Two extra
where I'm coming from
Don't do drive by's, hop out, creep up, blick 'em down, run
I'm the quietest nigga but I bet I got the loudest gun
Strike a nigga
I been, trippin on yo silence
Dripping like Poseidon, how I used to slide in
Whilin
Why can't, we get back to vibing
No man is an island, even if I
I woke up on this lonely shore
My muscles ached my head was sore
I've got no answer to explain
All of this misery that's plagued me
Can someone save
This wave has a swell of lust and torment
As it starts to build far from your shore
Stirred by the hope of new days
And the broken ships
This wave has a swell of lust and torment
As it starts to build far from your shore
Stirred by the hope of new days
And the broken ships
(U-God)
Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
Wit' cats and dogs become meat
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