Lyrics:
Talk about where we're goin'
Before we get lost
Let me out first (yeah)
Can't get what we want without knowin' (no)
I've never felt like this before
her feet
Glock in my right palm got my
Strong arm steady like kwali
Make it hard for you to get
By the silencer is so serene
Sound like a california
the good and the bad
You are always by my side
Always 29
Though it hurts
I get up, I get out, I go on
Every day every night
You are always by my side
hands are calloused July to July
I use a Big Dipper to navigate by
Fight off the wolves who drink from my well
So I have to be mean as hell
the gray fog-bound straits where the cedars stand a waitin'
I'll be far off and gone like summer wages.
--- Instrumental ---
In all of the beer bars all
And she's off to the valley where the
sun meets the sea
You understand that
She wants to live by the ocean
And no one is pleased
She gets a house in
have ya done to me, baby
[Chorus]
Look where you are, here in my arms
Filling my heart with your love
But I can't get close enough to you
I've got
at 29 (yeah)
Well 29 came
And now that I'm here looking back on the past
I wouldn't change, no I wouldn't change
Change, no I wouldn't change
Change, no I
I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these g-damn food stamps don't buy diapers
you lead
Your eyes
They turn me
Turn me on to phantoms
I follow to the edge of the earth
And fall off
Everybody leaves
If they get the chance
And this
watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents
'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd affect this kid
I never knew I
(808 my crew)
(Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
FBG, YSL, know just what's brackin', yeah (yeah, yeah)
Told my
I can lay off the noodles and
We can get us some steak
Hope I can get a couple
Million dollars in my bank
Or at least a half-a-million in
My mansion
'm going blind
And I smell like shit
Peel me off this Velcro seat and get me moving
I sure as hell can't do it by myself
I'm feeling like a dog in heat
know about that? Hey, I know all about that
Loaded .44 on the low, where the cheese at?
Fresh off the jet to the 'jects where the G's at
What you know
when I trust myself, I fear no one else
I took control of my life, just as anyone can
I want everyone to see it's in the palm of your hand
The past is
Climb aboard a butterfly,
An' take off on the breeze,
Let your worries flutter by,
An' do the things you please,
In a land where dollar bills,
homey get in
Gloccs of Velveeta, yep, I'm off the meter
Ride by and see you with my hands on a h***
Wanna be like the O but you act like a ***
Gotta lot
I, I'm driving black on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track
I'll ask polite if
like September
Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender
Yo I be on the avenue where they be actin brand new
I'm splurging on these Reebok joints
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's goin' off about somethin' that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do
spot out there I'd like to show ya
By the light of the radio I'd like to get to get to know ya
Off the beaten path
One foot on the dash and one
Most niggas get it confused, right?
Huh, they think it's all chronic and palm trees
Out this motherfucker, bitches in bikinis, listen, huh
Some
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