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riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
of life. The hope of life, to cope with life, and found it on the screen. And how many times have we heard that line do you think I'm blind to trade my mind
Think Differently
Poverty-stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
Blind visions from the mind's wisdom, in this crime religion
Niggas listen, what
drive by
Ayo, this record right here is called "FL4M3$" by Lil Tune, Lil Wayne's son
The future, young king
Bless up, let's get it
Young Money
days
Broads and boxes and blunts to blaze
Now I got three children to raise
I-I-I never won't be perfect I know
But workin' on it is worth it I know
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
every Gotham piggy bank blind
Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler
Tax free money not a problem
A heist to get the ice not a problem
A body
peeps uptown, clap your hands
It's three strikes, two tokes, one time for the mind
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Three strikes,
up, cuz?
Thuggin' that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in
of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into Baker on a New
as we bury niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
girl was the cause of it all
Well, he's riding in the shadow by the St. Joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was
Gonaboy for real he said ebi me
Nokor3 no de3 w)h)
But niggas no go say
They know nokor3 no de3 w)h)
They won't say bro ebi so
Daa nante3 nante3
Walking by
While I'm surrounded by bitches with guns and sex toys
Blind love for money, head, and warm steel
Coke off the boat wrapped in banana peels
Life's so
by the gate the porter rang the bell
And all the monks who dwelled therein returned
And Benedict's heart yearned
He said my sister it is well that I
School for the blind, I don't see these niggas doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Beat you
constrictions set upon by those to weed them out
Hoes to dig him inside out
Wanting of his seed so they can sprout
Unbeknownst blind to the leaves of his tree
Verse 1:
Hey lady, let me tell you why,
I can't live my life without you.(aww baby)
Every time I see you walking by,
I get a thrill, you dont
Three brothers
Were walking through the woods
One was bit by a snake
And killed where he stood
One hid shadows
Haunted by his thoughts
And one
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
1 motherfucking 2 motherfucking 3
[Chorus: x4]
representin our God damn selves
'cause how da fuck
You gona tell me how to get to where I'm goin
When you don't know where da fuck you goin
Man das da blind
tonight
I been on my own for time
I been on my own for life
I won't give up
Won't give up
Blind to the facts
And blind by emotion
Touched by the hand
My
that, and it wasn't fair
Love's taken its toll, your heart he stole
You was fooled by the face of a phoney role
But I'll take up the slack, support you,
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