Lyrics:
a second, we'll do it again
Counting by 10's
Is like having lots of money to spend
10, 20, 30, 40
50, 60 ,70, 80
90, 100
7, 17, 27, 37
47, 57, 67
77, 87, 97,
facts
The flowers
CHORUS
That's the truth its straight facts
The flowers
SECOND VERSE
Number eight Possessed by the flower that made him apex..rose
the hope
4. Heard em laughing at my past, don’t see the joke
5. Young king built to last, ain’t crash yet
6. Momma saw I had potential since Bassinet
7
own
Pick it back up
And try it again
Till I had read in the Scripts
To humble myself
And give it to Him
Every second
Every minute
When I don't
I see
a sign
Once upon a time
Here we go again
Tell me when the fuck is it all gonna end?
Once upon a time
I was on the run
I don't know what to say so I guess
It's coming any second now
All these memories I've been trying to hide
They're filling up my head again
And I should be asleep by now
Instead I'm
20-story building That's gonna hurt as I backed the fuck off
Friends who came for me still racked the fuck off
I be breathing 24/7 yet I'm dead inside 24/7
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
Old enough to do my own thang, got me again
Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid
Went and seen my homie Short Dawg to slide me a track
Went
you)
Yet you still bleed on me
Seventy-seven times seven I forgive you
Turn the other cheek just to show you
Why do you bleed on me?
(I never cut you)
I'm
I'm done playing your fool
You did it to me
Did it to me over again and over again
And you know it
I'm
I'm so done playing your fool
You did it
"Never to go to war with one another again"
". . .Juden. . ."
"This country is at war with Germany."
"December 7, 1941, (the Japanese have
your car there but yet you keep lookin
Cause your mind didn't accept yet that somebody took it
So you're scratching your head and tryin to get things
do it all again
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
If I could I’d probably do it all again
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten)
[Chorus]
of doubting
That this could ever be anything
Picket fencing, but I'm just venting
So this the second side of therapy
Ain't nobody there for me
Staring
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
includes himself as one who has sin, no debate
We deceive ourselves if we deny this trait
We're born again yet
Still we wrestle wit' a sinful nature
Paul in
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
So many times it would break my mind
Spend every second to fall behind
Thinking the worst is yet to come
A call of duty to my decline
Sinking
armor bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searching for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope like sirens do
day
At Pam's when we met yet again
And as I entered the building I laid a warm, wet hand upon her Bare pelvic bone, she emitting
An exciting ooh
Two
The street became my home
I had to learn to grind again
Chinazam nwam ekpere
Story of my life
Na hk obu mu saa efere
Story of my life
Seven up biko meh ebere
back, yeah
By the time you hear this one
I'll already be a hundred miles in the wind
By the time you niggas catch on
I'm already on my second lap,
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
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