Search results for 'pushing me away live from dallas 2007 by linkin park'

raping on daughters
I see you on corners just boasting to homies
It's getting you farther and farther away from the love of the father
You're morally

veins too (trust)
We just used to link in parks
I just smash my yard while listening to Linkin Park
Things are dark, heart sinking when I think of Marc

Last Call

Logic

YSIV

2018

working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me

And to the ones who understand
That the real is hardly brought
Keep it pushing, nothing to it
If they ain't live leave them bots
If you're broke get fixed

i'm
More looking for, like, a really cool tour
To do me and Linkin Park
Were supposed to do a
Generationally untouchable tour the idea of
It is still

ain't no spitter
Then you post, you got beef
Tell me you ain't no hitter you a tweeter
Who admire flame more than his heater
From the days of the park

Yeah
Yeah
Javonchy
Me and Flan, 3 for 3
Javonchy 
Me and Flan, 3 for 3
Look

Look
This is my room to breathe
Please get away from me 
All of these

pushing, but honestly
Pursuing you's something I don't trust
When we were stuck on bad terms or good, I was in a rut
Regardless of if you looked at me with

on the map
We came from different strains oh woah
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map

on the map
We came from different strains oh woah
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map

on the map
We came from different strains oh woah
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting Puna on the map

on the map
Puna on the map
We came from different strains oh woah
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Let me show Puna how to dance
We putting

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me
Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where hella niggas get shot at
So you'd better pop back,

cannot carry it anymore
It's pulling me down
My energy is soaked from my shoulders

I can not live without you
'Cause you'll never be just a lover
You're

blowing away, hey!
I make that, get you real pissed off
Seen a chick first time throw a trick off
That Mark McGwire, outta the park big-time
Don't

the city she got status
Did me on the low and then she hit me with her magic
She from a different fabric she really living lavish
The number fifty read above

to throw dirt on my name I survive
Some days I don't know how I'm gna get by
But I keep on pushing and look I'm still alive
With a plan for the action

this game, ain't no need to persuade
From Dallas to the world, I'm a global phenomenon
I'll take on any challenge, bring it on
I battle my demons, face

ya save me
From seeing evil
Ceelo Green
Does that mean that I'm crazy
I see my peoples lean on me
Like Morgan in the 80s
Cause we the people
Busy bonin

on
KID from the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One

Hang a left on Mateo
By them old junkyards
We'll cut through the streets
Over to echo park 
So much there has changed
Except for the smog
It used

the whip to the shop (Uh-huh)
I ain't even manage to park (No way)
Then I got shot by an opp (Boom boom, damn)
Somebody gave 'em my drop (Rats)
But they only

Niggas always talking but ain't never walking
It was so disgusting how we left from no discussion
The engine start and park itself from just a couple

Give me some time to breathe
Everything been going so fast
Look at all the time that's passed
Fourteen years gone by in a flash
I got so many