Lyrics:
there'll never be a freebie
Lyrics are abundant cause we got it by the mass
Egos are all idle 'cause the music is the task
Valenzuela on the pitch,
doner
A pool party in my crib at the Daytona
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23s
hate this money with a passion
Money is just a paper
I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental
It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental
I
for
But I respect his artistic integrity
Added this odd instrumental
It was wonderful
I guess zealous is the last one
There's not that many Z-Tone
The last time we parted
I was broken hearted
While the teardrops started
It's mighty close.
And I set an' pondered
Oh, the dreams by thunder
there really is
Levels, from the looks of it, there’s no back pedal
Settle, to be in this place, I wouldn’t let you
Potential, since you was a kid,
Back in my zone again, it's mental
Listening to the same instrumental
Staying up so late
That my eyes start looking oriental
And this pen is so
on the open road
A little taste of freedom in a world full of jokes
Relax and take it slow
Let the time pass by
Chorus 1:
Just take it easy
There’s no
faith you’re a disgrace;
And, then, he tops it off by saying…
…At the congregation, you’ll not show your face!
V32 Group
Oh my god…
(1 beat pause)
life
Now you living six by eight
Feet
When I step into the booth
Yeah it's octane
Uh
Stained glass windows in the benzo
Lost in the instrumental
Keys got
starts to wonder to whom can she turn?
Is there anyone out there to listen to her?
The last time she made effort , she was slandered and cast aside
on the fence
and i'm sitting there too
this frost full of pumpkin
yeah, it's taking a chill
-instrumental-
lions on the fence
growing day by day
does anything
memo
See I am a professional this is not a demo
In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
Listen I'm not
Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than throw
Yo, what's up, this is Ginuwine
And I want to tell you
It ain't no time for excuses with your woman
You be right or you be out, ya heard
Do it
care about the cut, it is enough
If it's smooth and not too rough
If you think there's something
Could it be that there's not?
If you think there's
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23s on our feet
Say mami, you look good, mami, you're
you feel what I sew in them
We on books, former crooks tall castles no linoleum
It's no Church but I preach on this flow we in
The Temple is my mental,
Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the Benzo
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals
No pens and pencils, I was out there Bloodin' like
something, it's no instrumental
I get that people can be slow and judgmental
But cutting yourself off from them altogether's no better
There's strength in
Every now and then we do get desperate
This is a song about L-O-V-E,
And if you abuse it you're gonna lose it
And if you lose it you're gonna 'buse
The way u wanted
Give me the chance
I can show u
How u wanted
Tell me where u want it
Whatever that u wanting
Not Ginuwine just anxious
To give u what u
on by, walk on by)
Walk on by (Just walk on by, walk on by)
What we had
Ended in flames
Gone to hell and died
It's no more
There’s a long road
everybody hating
Success to me is inspiration
'Cause how we supposed to know that what we dream is possible
If don't nobody that looks like us makes it
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