Lyrics:
bang
Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, clef
By the time we figured out what happened
I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin keep
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wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
People people grabbing places
People running out of time
People people grabbing places
People running out of time
There's a dream I often dream about
part
Will you love me when you're able
After time has healed your heart?
I made a vow to music
But baby you're my muse
Now I'm feeling useless
Guess it
shooting at the pigs
Shots started ringing like a phone call ringing
Smoke is what I'm bringing, pop pop
Grab the bag
I'm running out of time
You can run but
about yourself
My name is Grief, Drunk, wandering the streets
Breaking bottles, passing out on the boulevard of broken dreams
When you fall in love with
No sense of fear, my lyrics real, your time is here, emotions I steer
Muse about it and make stupid things clear
I can you rot yourself and disappear
the outcome may be, but I do know how to make a better outcome for myself
Grab them all by the hair
To see what is really there
They all say they’re the same
anytime I call for her
Like at the time when I crashed the Jag
She brought the Yukon 2000 black
Through a screen and a DVD sent me off
Twenties
magazines
Stomp your DVDs to smithereens
You buy more I'll just X them too
Or I'll be forced to make an ex out o' you
And by that I mean exactly what you
that done died
But I'm too young to feel like I been running out of time
Yeah I'm too young to feel like I been running out of time
All I wanna do is
I gave you all my love and you gave me my muse
Yeah this is home, this is home
You don't know the way you forever changed my life
Time to time I
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
slip's when I lose all that's been honed
Tension has built; there's no muse left to postpone
The clock only ticks when I move up the time zone
I'll make
than the sea where the conscience is
Holy water falling from my eyes as I'm running through the mud
I be asking God for help but sometimes ain't nobody
night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is
It can go down all night
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step, to collect a nigga's
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
act
Or who witness it
Cannot help but believe that such confidence
Is real and justified they
Respond instinctively by backing up, by
Getting out
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
want that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you
the media by sending out
Fraudulent misinformation the reason why I'm
Always so extremely fed up is because of the
Current state of the country i'm
Certain
keeps running
Slow and methodic like a chest piece on the board
Ready to sail ship all aboard
No time for applause
Game time my movements go describe
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
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