Lyrics:
to give memory attention, i spit bout the given that men are conflicted
That's my duality, casually battling, i am the casualty caused by this clash in me
everyone you hate convinced
That people can't be trusted and so we're all better off run by the state, perhaps
Why should we trust in you then
Now that we
hands
I've seen a miracle or two modern man can't understand
Can you just give in a little into letting go
Your ego even tho seasons go
By and you still
the ones that's below me
They hate that I'm up, they see the 2 4 on my back
Yeah I'm balling like Kobe
Do not come back and say you my homie
When I needed
a minute need a breath
Gave myself to everyone and now there’s nothing left
If I give it to the art I’ll split apart with every step (yeah)
Cause These
I've been on my way for a minute Shawty got me stressed, got me finished
You say hate when I'm pretending But I don't pretend when I'm in it
Light
beat
(I can see it)
I see that I just don't read your body language
I can actually understand it
(By the way you smile)
Love the way you smile
Love
everything I should, You was good
Even played you songs on my guitar
Make sure everything was workin' how it's supposed to be
I was blinded by the fact you had
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
2 handfuls
Can't hold my liquor
First class seats
Gotta feed my niggas
Out in Paris
Gotta leave in a minute
Know I'm only here for the night
Might
A slap for every time you mouth moves
I am a man they could never decipher
They say they don't understasnd
Two times out of three
I don't understand me
name again, Clayton
About a minute or two till death, 43 later, last breath.
I feel my whole body burning
I feel my whole body burning
I feel my whole
I'm sweatin' bullets,
See the plug but I can't pull it,
This belt just keeps bringin' me back,
And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from
precision
Hot like when Pac first popped out of prison
Two schools of thought headed for a collision
Did it big for a minute then you lost yo vision
a minute, you don't need
A fifty piece orchestra to play for the three Chipmunks!
Down by the bay, where the watermelons grow
Back to this place I dare not
to roll up
Took a minute cause they hated
Then they finally show love
Took a minute cause they hated
Then they finally show love
They use to hate
two, two
Three, three, four, breathe easy
One, two, three, four, breathe easy (suckers)
Get your weight up
Not your hate up
Jigga man is diesel
off your dreams, but it's harder to finish
They gon' hate me for my ambition
I was raised by Wale and them
Get on the beat and let it breathe like
Ya
We gonna get real for a minute
Yo
Ain’t trynna settle for a nine to five while I’m alive
I’m passing twenty-five still trynna get it right
My mind
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
take what they don't deserve
They're gonna hate the fact that we're rocking
cnd we're motivated by something they could never hope to understand
Jedi
One shot, two shots, I'm finished. Three, four, four, four, five minutes
Lip lock, every time we feel it. I wish that you weren't kidding
One shot, two
shot, two shots, I'm finished
Three, four, four, four, five minutes
Lip lock, every time we feel it
I wish that you weren't kidding
One shot, two shots,
we'll know the truth in 3 minutes time
We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines
Sitting around waiting on two pink lines
Hot summer nights
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