Lyrics:
the budget
Pour a shot up, this is for the last night
Last night, before I lost you to the fast life
Good girl gon' bad, you gon' do your thing
Anything
he could only read her mind, she'd say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open the door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in
My girl she's a good one
She's always on my mind
She is a rose and I am a stone
She's always poking her head out
And striking a pose
I'm always
Runnin' this for ten years runnin', that's endurance
I ain't worried bout nobody, they're all jokers
Like I ain't been steppin' with hammers and big
My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
sounds
That country's ever known
Ole Hank and Randy, Johnny Cash, and a whole lot a George Jones
And it sounded good, but it wasn't me
So I decided
a burger
Slipped and became the victim of his own murder hunger
He got put six feet under by a small shorty that was younger
And this type of street
some jawns, yeah, I need that
So crazy, can't believe it
No cams, damn, no filming at all, real nigga facts (come on)
Years ago, rehab
All good
Spurs Go
Hear me in the front row
RC Buford
Spurs up bigger than Houston
Dream team
David Robinson
Towers Twin
George Gervin
No xman
Iceman cool
Finger
the local IGA
Life was good till my mind began to slip away
I turned to the sea and watched the flies inhaled by swallows
Could it be the same for me
That I
a coming,
but we had a long way to go, before good Friday came, 1998
There was a hope for the future come millennium
Then George W Bush falsely won
having to pay taxes
To their country
Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
Dow Jones
Where's home
When everything we lean on
Is up for sale
Ad lady purrs, "Drink
SUPERCHARGED by Kwanza Jones
You ready for that holiday party
I know, this year's a little bit different
But that's okay, that's okay
You know what
talk make i talk again
truly no long talk
i think you understand everything is bright
Day by day we go live for the best
I want to live the good life
some reason thought it a good time to drive by your place
But you've got a fist full of roses
And a note in your hand
Reads, "Baby, I need you",
Got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
Girl, your kiss sweeter than a Toblerone
Smile bright like a gemstone
I had a good time writin this
I heard his time was short so I went to see my old friend
When I walked through the door
He said, sure good to see you again
Sit down here by
liked things better when you called me Ings,
A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene.
'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was
The first
heartaches by the number, hear that lonesome whistle blow
I took the grand tour, lived the night life, saw the rose garden too
found a good hearted woman
Can you please read this one time? What does it say?
"To big Bulgarian patriot, and good my friend George"
You can't stop me
You can't stop me
Ima
in Rock Hill, forgiveness healed his soul
Fording rivers of roses bound for streets of gold
Brought here against their will with ties not meant
Clinton was expected to beat Trump in the election
The main stream press bestowed upon her praises and affection
Big donors such as George Soros were
a dollar?"
But for now I'm sitting in a piggybank
Of an eight year old trying to buy a bike
I'm proud to be a dollar twenty three
On the way to thirty
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