Lyrics:
Move on in real close so we can clebrate
The way we feel about each other's lovin'
Luther-
wanna tell you words, words of love, words that make you
ex-old lady's things out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before
You get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat
Get
to find your fire in the company of corn
We dug for a while then it all turned to ashes
Found a bunch of broke flint and a few bits of bone
Then I
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
the stars
You see only night
Like a homesick sailor
Luther's standing in the window
Watching the world
Floating by him tonight
Luther's hands
Once
before she died
Therefore we tried and tried again
But in the end you pay attention to the pluses
But the minuses behind make it seem like you can't win
it on, disconnect the phone
Trying to get you gone, I'ma make you moan
And I do it (well, well, well, well)
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
of weather
Were all in this thing together
Were just trying to make a living
Just trying to get by
It's a one-way street to nowhere
Where nothing's
of weather
Were all in this thing together
Were just trying to make a living
Just trying to get by
It's a one-way street to nowhere
Where nothing's
Drill sergeant, I got a word for you
I'm not going to war (I'm not going to war)
I'ma cash in beautiful books
I'm gonna get the Barnes
Since Big ain't here, I'm about to do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's mama
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
hard like Ray Mercer
The violent words of a Prince in a Palace of Persia
The cognac plurger plus the trees
But who's the foul one to make his nose
hard like Ray Mercer
The violent words of a Prince in a Palace of Persia
The cognac plurger plus the trees
But who's the foul one to make his nose
friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need
there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can o'black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
Cost
there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can o'black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
Cost
and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young
eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your
young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
(yeah)
A lot of bone structure, I can make it last
I'm in it to win it, RD feel the past
Yeah, material, imperial, so get the info
You know, I know,
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