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może to rzucę kiedyś, póki co kruszę dalej
Staram się doceniać wszystko, od samary po Samsarę
Jeśli umrę przedwcześnie, na pewno nie z nudów
za dużo do

try to live your life
You are going to be affected by that moral tone
You don't have any choice
We are heading towards the total eclipse of all values

out
I was walking to a crossroads of lost souls
Mic by my side I had to pay toll
Had to show my djalmbu to the right role
Dam near had to strap up

Touch base oooh
Touch base yeah, ohh
You were pretty hard to find
Need a co-sign
But I didn’t but I didn’t know why
I’m not so wise
When it come

Voice said we got to live
Don't waste time
Co's its all about survival
Life you leave
Is another arrival
Standing by the gates in silence
Back glance did

by the crate,
You know what they say,
Black doesn’t break,
Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice,
Take off my pants fling on my boots,
BBC this ain’t

Hoome Sick (hoome sick) lately
I been missin the co-ops
Ain't let nobody stop the hustle
(Ain't let nobody stop the hustle)
He wanted mo guap, being

All alone walking through my life
Why did I think we were meant to be
Eyes to eyes all we have is tear
Our love, our love souls are set

But all I

co-o-old
They might betray me but I gotta let it go-o-o
Holding that pain only hurting one so-o-oul
One thing that my mama always to-o-old
When I was younger

já a moje
Hlava v který mrdá dvacet čtyři
Denně swagged out, swagged out
To jsem já a Dolin, zmrde
Hrajeme to tvrdě, R.I.P.
Ali Kimbo Slice, co se

tune before
Lets dance to a different drum
Why do I feel so numb
Why do I feel so numb
How can I let you take my soul
And steal breath out of my lungs

It Is What It Is

Lecrae

Church Clothes 3

2016

and back, huh?
A lot of radio ain't givin' no play, but it's ok
'Cause my day one's been A-1
Before the co-signs and the pros came (uh)
Where you been,

I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!

Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me

But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like

when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes

moves but the crushing tiger just
Might get broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like

Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like

The homie asked me how you know?
I told em that I feel it in my soul
The flow is chilly chilling they can fill it in their bones
I'm headed home
Got

the nature of everything connecting senses to paper messages sent by a clean hand
Her hourglass structure but a puncture in my abstinent soul
Still only

the way that I touched her soul
And its evident, that I'm far from the best and shit
But i know that I'm killing it
And I'm up in my element, feeling like

sold my soul, he'd buy it
I would too, I can't deny it
But my thoughts are getting violent
That's why I chained them to my heart
And I let them take

Streets Is Watching

Jay-Z

The Tables Have Turned

1999

mentality, flip bricks forever
Know me and money, we like armed co-defendants
Nigga we stick together
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into

Back Like That

Ghostface Killah

More Fish

2006

soul I holla back at this creo hoe
She from the N-O but she never told me N.O so
We hit the spot to chill where the food get grilled
She order

soul I holla back at this creo hoe
She from the N-O but she never told me N.O so
We hit the spot to chill where the food get grilled
She order