Lyrics:
days of "Love Me
Do" - many years ago it seems, doesn't it?
Ah, those were the days
Well, that's about all, I think except
To wish you all a Happy
Robots serving buttered scones
The technology is in your homes
Baby bites a compact disc
Daddy's peaches make him sick
What a world we live in
What
I have undone this distance so many times before
That it seems as if this life of mine is trapped between two shores
As the little ones grow older
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we
Say it's for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
Do you read through the lines
Or believe
on they toes
Straight up, and still I sell dope for a livin'
In the form of a compact disc, fuck prison
No more savin' cans, no more collectin' pennies
I'll
and his compact discs
And his boys stood around sayin (yo, he dissed you, kid)
Straight up, and I flip while a hype man
Cuts you to pieces without
the rhyme and the beats that blend
Been friends with them pen since the age of ten
Many say when I write that I freak the line
Every rhyme that I
pound
So many thoughts in my head
And I don't want nobody else to see right through
Can't make up what I wanna do with you
I can't read your mind but I
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
and Paper -
A broken heart in black and white
So many miles separate us
And they've come between us in the end
Once upon a time you said forever
But this is
distancing since like '03
I don't like to be in crowds, I like to be on the stage
You gotta read between the lines and see beyond the page
What's the age
friends
Heard you screamin about cream in your rap kid
Yo my last check for Wild Wild West came on a flat bed
Once and for all lets get this straight
friends with them pen since the age of ten
Many say when I write that I freak the line
Every rhyme that I recite gotta speak my mind
Who sell every time
How many lies must we see?
How many times must we say, it's for the best?
And leave truth as the casualty?
Do you read through the lines
Or believe
the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story baby, just say, 'Yes'"
Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago
I was in your sights, you got me alone
You
and his compact discs
And his boys stood around sayin (yo, he dissed you, kid)
Straight up, and I flip while a hype man
Cuts you to pieces without
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
and Low it's no Equal
Front but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
with the game when I sewed it
Since you came thought I owed
Inexperience -- it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap -- it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid
Strum your guitar -- sing it kid
Just write
and Low it's no Equal
Front but you lookin
Once I throw the hook in proceed to get cookin
with the game when I sewed it
Since you came thought I owed
keep a diary for my old age
Everyday I write another page
Gonna read it on a summers day
Many years from now
The dedication at the
Front of the book
Is
soul, oh no, I think I lost hope
Slipped dream disc in my spine, it's all cold
I know I could do better, rise up in cold weather
Or maybe after summer
wing.
Make no attempt to see her again."
RAOUL
If you didn't write it, who did?
CARLOTTA
Where is he?
ANDRE
Ah, welcome back!
CARLOTTA
Your precious
the phone
Tangerine pink cassette tapes
And stacks of compact discs I saved
Laughing and pointing you narrow your eyes
Turning all my friends into your
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