Lyrics:
the morning, been drinking all night
And, Plus I'm high, but it ain't over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
Panties and bras all the way from
Ain't no time to sit and lift stones
So it's left to the dogs to find their way home
And you grew up in a similar generation alone
With fist full
Home make you question what it really is
Home got a code got to know who you is
Home doesn't know how to live by itself
Home can be poor home can have
Couldn't make it home on the subway instead
Leaking so wet bitch where is the tread
Eating the twat like she ain't been fed
Got to the bed ain't getting no
what time it is
Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there
opposition to my every way of life
I'm sayin I'm a bring it on cause I must
Yo I'm bustin rhymes
Cause its fresh when you def with linguistic, artistic
I mean
hand
Clinging to a rail
Escape, attempts fail
You'll never make it home
Tear the flesh off your bone
Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone
I'm
right sign, like the right mine
Let 'em know who it is
Man you know who it is
Neva knew a way to cope
That wasn't ashing, smoking dope
Send a prayer just
home or hubby, how come your [unknown] make it sunny
You took off the rag, so don't get mad that it's runny
I fuck with the rubby, and long stroke
just goin' home
It's not far, just close by, through an open door
Work all done, care laid by
Going to fear no more
Mother's there, expecting me
Yes, millennium sh-
Limp Bizkit, ha, X to the Z, yeah, ha
Ah-ahh, bringing it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen
My home boy
Yo, get
Yes, millennium sh-
Limp Bizkit, ha, X to the Z, yeah, ha
Ah-ahh, bringing it live to you and yours
Ladies and gentlemen
My home boy
Yo, get
who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z
[Jay-Z]
Got a condo with nuttin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I
To broaden the horizons of others is why I rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are
around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
it close to home, get used to the groove all sing on one note
Heaven in my gauge devil at my throat, put 'em in a grave putting doubt on my hope
Wake
And it would be like who the tightest on the microphone
Makin demos in the basement of they momma's home
And 'fore you know it niggaz got theyself a record
And the Bell telephone makes you feel at home
So remember Kool G Rap and his DJ Polo
We're the ones who made 'Demo', and we're rockin the show
It's not a legend
what time it is
Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there
what time it is
Wrote my first rhymes as corey but j-live was sparked
Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Playing ball in the park, there
Used to cop it by the sheet, take it home, get to chopping
My whip was a piece of shit needed to loot to get it fixed
Plus I wanted to glist the wrist
Garden State to NY for the hell of it
We
Drifting, and we furious
They selling it
I
Said I would rap, and they laughed in my face
The Stroke of Genius
without me
Soon enough we'll run away
So can't you tell, my heart is broken
You tore it open, I'm hoping to find a way to cope and
Just stop mopin'
is giving way
We gon' have to crash
If you keep tryna play
Just to put me on my ass
Just so you could get a taste
Pull up and eat it again, no
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