Lyrics:
you I've passed by life by
You're the man who came empty handed and
You're the man who made me needy
Laid down to rest my lazy bones
And what
I just want to be loved by you, be loved by me, be loved be me, you see
I am trying be okay with myself but I can’t figure out who I’m supposed to be
and be loved
By someone who loves me
Just as much as I love them
And we don't have to play pretend
But to feel love and be loved
I have to love myself
Maxwell]
Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it
Usually bust records on gettin butt naked
Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he
pump
touched me"
She said "it was I who just wanna touch the hem of your garment
I know I'll be made whole right now"
She stood there cryin' "Oh Lord" (Oh Lord)
that soon will ring across the land
Wield the Spade
Ready the blade
Sacrifices must be made
There are many fools who dare propose imposing limits
"No making friends, no human contact with the Germans who by the war crimes
They have committed place themselves outside of the society of civilized
(Who made this beat?)
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah
(Twysted Genius, baby)
(SCALEZ)
Ran into some dead ends, rerouted, made a way
Tennis chain,
been lost
By the time you hear this song
There'll be plenty niggas gone
Talkin' 'bout six feet under grass
While the killers be at home
Now my
made by the dead
The way is shut, made by the dead
The dead do not suffer living to pass
The way is shut now you must die
Those who dwell in
Funeral
(Tommy Collins)
(Spoken)
Let me tell you about a man Tommy Collins
A veteran in country music who interrputed his career by his own choice
natural, that you'll want to go to war
That's just the bestest band, what am, oh, honey lamb
Come on along, come on along, let me take you by the hand
natural, that you'll want to go to war
That's just the bestest band, what am, oh, honey lamb
Come on along, come on along, let me take you by the hand
I serve the base
You the one who duckin' from a drive by
My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes
I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
that, and it wasn't fair
Love's taken its toll, your heart he stole
You was fooled by the face of a phoney role
But I'll take up the slack, support you,
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
brings to me?
Where do I start?
Like a summer rain
That cools the pavement with a patent leather shine
He came into my life and made the living
And he came from a solitary race
This song was made by Billy Gashade
As soon as the news did arrive
He said there's no one man with the law in his
track, and Chino who cannot spit a wack verse
My first CDs basically made me Marky Mark with the
whole planet of the apes chasin me
Here to save you all
it took so much effort
I don't give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein' self-made give me so much leverage, Boss
Ooh
Got money, got women,
Who's trying to be good
Yeah I find that things don't always
Turn out as they should
Why just last Christmas Eve she waited up
For Santa to drop by
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