Lyrics:
mind, joke your mind)
Joke ya, joke ya, joke ya mind
(I pray the Lord my soul to keep)
Open eyes, the dream's alive
See the dragon slipping by
acting
You been taking my attention, what's happening
Young Steve McQueen, but girl you my queen, (hold up)
You won't catch me simping or slippin' I keep
more to hide
Seeing life through closed eyes
Its just young understanding
You know, that time is on your side
Seeing life through closed eyes
It's
still hurting
Too young to go
And you were alone
And man it's hard just to think
Of you going back home
And I guess that it's time
Time to rewind
on the breaks and if you slip
You better pray for that grace, then get back to that race
No time for making errors stay in your faith
Will my people relate
the Sun like Steve Nash
Don't you ever go back
You've still got work to do
Show these people why they
Should believe in you
Cause you know that won't happen
a jobs the boy be all on his steve
Gah damn
Eat a bowl of corn flakes while my
Stock north face
Or my stock face north
Thinking what i pray for
through
They hit Redro with a eight, only hit Sto Groove with two
'Round this time last year in May, crackhead junkie killed Young Doof
I seen your
Too late to turn back I might change an assault
A whole lot to get into with little to do
Hit girls right the first time so it's deja vu
Payed
season
And the taste is perfection
I can tell just by how you're breathing
Now when I run into these walls
I break em' down just like 28
Now every time I
straight, and then you turn around and complain
About the poverty rate? Fuck outta my face!
You can't escape problems
You can pray for some change but
fuck you, pay me
Bitches love me, I'm Steve Lacy
Billionaire boys , Kevin Spacey
Psycho on the track, I'm Gacy
Saucy white boy, Young Gravy
I'm all
on the way
When I've had enough
She get to stepping
No delay
Winter time in France
I'm too dark to get a tan
My mami like the beach
So I'm thinking bout
bricks
And if she comin back with zips than imma dip straight off the rip
Young Wavy got no time for tricks, I shift the whip right back to fifth
And no,
On Somebody's Mind
lyrics & music: Cyndee Peters 2020 All rights Worldwide
If you don't hear from me
Please pray for me
Often said by a good
Vv bling on my rays (My rays)
Them keys pinged by aries (Aries)
(Young Aries In The Cut Nigga)
225 On dash I can't relax
I'm riding high
I swerve
now
And I ain't even in my prime
But it's my time
Watch a young nigga shine, Aye
(Yeah) Man this started in the 8th grade (8th grade)
I decided to be
I'm living greater
I sipp the tuss don't give a fuck
Got young ass niggaz looking up to us
I set for the lick why'all bring the drugs
Know what I
I'm living greater
I sipp the tuss don't give a fuck
Got young ass niggaz looking up to us
I set for the lick why'all bring the drugs
Know what I
on these old hands
There isn't dirt on my old boots
I've been going all of my life
And I think it's time I get things right
I pray to God that freedom reigns
to answer the calling
Living by Faith where sins dont get hauled in
Idolatry, heresies, envying, know I been through these
Drunkenness and revelings in time
Stand
Nah you wouldn't understand
It's hard being young from the slums
Nah you wouldn't understand
Guns, the drugs are blue as your bravery
they air Cass'
My passion grows
Sorry I gotta crash your goals
You a movie star? Well when they see the way
I cook him tonight
It'll be the last time
on the prize
Focused on the future got no time for the lies
Just a young rebel with a dream on the rise
Food for my thoughts want my piece of the pie
Speak from
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