Lyrics:
you know, music to drive by, you feel me?
Like, like, like, my, my nigga
These lil' youngsters walkin' around this bitch like they bulletproof, man
memory
Trying to piece together a semblance of normalcy in my words you see
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(Never had a lick of sense)
I mean
In My Dreams and In My Soul
Words & Music by Desmond Allen 11/2/2019
She’s in my dreams and in my soul,
I wish that I had let her know
That she
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
you got it
It was there from the start, I just hope you spot it
'cause it's my blood on paper, my soul on paper
Words to live by will leave
holla at my folks in Jackson
Sup, Stokes? Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Oh, we gon' do it like big players
What's up, NO joe?
Real nigga, know what I'm
name never lost his value
I told you before on joe's album
We been illin since the holy pharaohs
Run out of heat, I still burst you with bangers
Believe,
Man I miss my dawgs
Mawmaw Myrtle
Mawmaw Pat, that's real
Uncle Joe
Lil Mike
My nigga Lance, thats real
That Katrina storm
Destroyed our home
Left
Played in Cincinnati
With my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
With nothin' but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that
more
Believe my own nonsense I can't lie no more
Soul's dead, breathless I can't sigh no more
Wheel's already fell off, I can't ride no more
I guess
going down behind my dogs, but I ain't Vick
Tell me one album I put out that ain't sick?
No, I'm not the Doctor but I produce the same shit
The whole
never seen
Stand in front of gate - open
I will take my life - for you
Attempted suicide - Satan
Murdered by my way - Father
Looking through your soul -
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
of this it'll show you where you're at
Or at least it'll help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window
of this it'll show you where you're at
Or at least it'll help you to feel it
By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake
My head was out the window
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
y'all suckas then ask
"Who's runnin' this shit now?"
Dunno
Let me hear the drum roll
Selling my soul
Is the only way I've done dough
Want more
Yeah homie
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
Suge? All my Miami niggas, what up Ump
My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga?
Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stissy, what up nigga?
My wife, my
I love it and I need it, I feed it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star
Oh, my soul
Nobody gonna take my car
I'm
brought lean back like Joe Crack
Couldn't give my uncle no money 'cause he would smoke that
The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that
the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
Anointed by
didn't take a break, my nigga, I broke
Broke my heart, broke my soul, don't cry for me though
If you don't break nothing down then it's no room to grow
There's times in my life where I just
I just wanna run away, I just
I just wish the pain would stop
I don't wanna cry no more
I wish the pain
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