Lyrics:
CINDERELLA
More than jewels...
NARRARATOR
a sad young lad
JACK
I wish...
NARRATOR
and a childless baker
JACK
More than life...
CINDERELLA & BAKER
I
RTA ain’t no other way
Lie ain’t never care who tell it
I don’t give a fuck they talking
Those important they respect me
Those who don’t still ain’t
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
nice weekly
I used to build with the brothers by the spot
They had to hustle but they still knew a lot
To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene
nevertheless
I still want to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart
Jack
nevertheless
I still want to go to the Festival
And dance before the Prince
All three were beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart
Jack
your kindness leads you through every little situation with grace
Cherries by seaside views from the Vineyard bedroom in June
I daydream of Disneyland
iso)
I go iso like I’m Harden,dropping 61 at The Garden (Iso iso)
MVP I’m very important, smoke these rappers by carton (Pow pow)
Lettem’ copy like they
nails, look at your dress
People would laugh at you nevertheless
I still want to go to the festival
And dance before the Prince
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
to the Garden, yeah you know that's the plan
I'm dripping I deserve this with the swag, that's the plan
So when I say that I'm gonna make it, I mean it
People
Jack was a happy sailor who owned his own boat. He loved nothing more than spending his days out on the open water, exploring new shores and meeting
carries a spiritual significance
I'm getting power from loving a great God
While you are still trying to study Robert Greene's 48 laws
I face wars to find
passed my limit
I thought I rapped my limit
But I still have it in me
To make something unlimited
I write all of my own lyrics
Even make myself a name
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
of her own
Look at your nails!
Look at your dress!
People would laugh at you
Nevertheless
I still wish to go to the Festival
And dance before
and began, put the jack down to chance
See I can put down like this, and you don't know why
Niggas always would try but soon they all just die
I didn't
like gardens and get your flower snatched
I can write you a book or a scene
Another 48 with Robert Greene to get your power back
Had to monetize my art
I'm wanted dead or alive but I'm still standin'
Just tell Shannon, got the van with the cannon
When I hit, either the nine or the pound spits
I
'm driven
And now it's on to the next saga
We drink the best lager
I never tried to win you over
Like your stepfather
I do my own thing now, and get
plugs me with free bags when he sees me
And when he not around, no stress still easy
Cos I'ma inhale some shit from our garden
Shit from our garden
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
i got this
so for tanya greene i do life
push ya wig back like a cat lick
dead broke in a basement
ramen noodles by the cases
eviction notes in a mail
3 weeks since I got out of the business
So many crimes I ain't even got a witness
Haters can't see me homie I still got hit list
Watch Karma fuck em
a field goal
I'mma show you where a mill go
Knocked out I still go hand me that jack uhh
Hit him with the right left uhh
I'll plate none you get the plat
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