Lyrics:
And rocks line the river banks
Rocks on Les Ambras
Geese on Silver Lake
II. Lifeache and the Postal City Owl Service
I drove by Bear Creek, yeah, the House
out to Cancun
Countin' on me, leave a nigga in the bayou
Nigga shut the fuck up, I can come and buy you
Electric Lamborghini when a nigga pass by you
my heart
God, I love You with my soul
But I don't know where to start
I can't do this thing alone
So my palms are open wide
cnd my eyes filling with
the way
Don’t bite the hand feed or we gone starve your ass today
If I up this .40 it's gone send his ass away
Choppa got a kickback, watch it blow up in
and live in ecstasy
Don't fall for temptation
You don't need another lifestyle worth changin'
Or for them to use your power to have your heart breakin'
I
My trust issues from the past are breaking my heart
I don't know why I feel this way, the sky it's blue but looks so grey
My perception on life seems
and I go for mine
Say, "Check one, two", and run down the line
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
and I go for mine
Say, "Check one, two", and run down the line
To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator
Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator
Are bound
The lost
And found
Have claimed the open
Bounty on me dead or alive
I don't believe
I can be free at all
I'm stalling for a second or two
$hort E-40 Fonzarelli
I'll probably never have long money like Ross Perilli
But shit we just want a hip
Don't want the whole plate
Don't put the two
militant, raised me by the same blocks
That really tried to break me in Cali where niggas shady
But I got a heart of gold, I'm never gon' let em' faze me
okay
It's gonna break my heart to see you cry
I know the next kiss is a kiss goodbye
Reach out and hold your hand in mine, feel your love baby one
out and open, this is my heart for all to see
This is a song for those who are broken, this is a hymn to all the ones who bleed
This is my hands
side
Now I ain’t gone even front like ima give a fuck this time
(Cause it’s you)
And I don’t wanna follow the rules baby
(Player two)
Just call me up
Aye
I’m deaned up right now
1,2
1,2,3,4
Put your hands up if you feeling this
Right back where we started it
Late night, fucked up, stupid shit
'm trapped in my bedroom, I don't even know why
I did not expect you
I hate when you pass by sex in the classroom
Principal let out a sigh like, didn't I tell
everything in life with respect for its brevity
You see, for me, I keep it simplified
Terrified by the hell inside
That I can't abide
I find solace in my
I don’t really care if all you want to do is lay here
By my side
And I’ll wait for hours to watch you smile
When you leave I’ll match your stride
to quit
This is an ode to friends
My life wasn't built with my own two hands
I don't understand how to steer life plans
Without my friends right by my side
- don't mind the kid i'm just tryna get high
Looking in your eyes thought i peeked at the sky
Its alyx on her side
My hand on her hmm
My hand on her
They just, wanna, turn me, to a
bad guy
But I had to do it my hands tied
Grass looking hungry on my side
I'm winning this by a landslide
Holdup wait
have found somebody else
So long self
There's just no room for two, so you are gonna have to move
So long self
Don't take this wrong, but you are
history
Even now, I feel her
Don't know why I need her
I let down my guard, open my heart to bleed
Strange how this life, passes us by
Still I will
I was scarred
These hoes ain't wanna believe me
You die soon as try to put yo hands on me
Truck so big to get in it you gotta lambeau Leap
In Miami in
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