Lyrics:
I'm
I'm done playing your fool
You did it to me
Did it to me over again and over again
And you know it
I'm
I'm so done playing your fool
You did it
you)
Yet you still bleed on me
Seventy-seven times seven I forgive you
Turn the other cheek just to show you
Why do you bleed on me?
(I never cut you)
of doubting
That this could ever be anything
Picket fencing, but I'm just venting
So this the second side of therapy
Ain't nobody there for me
Staring
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
"Never to go to war with one another again"
". . .Juden. . ."
"This country is at war with Germany."
"December 7, 1941, (the Japanese have
do it all again
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
If I could I’d probably do it all again
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten)
[Chorus]
your car there but yet you keep lookin
Cause your mind didn't accept yet that somebody took it
So you're scratching your head and tryin to get things
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
includes himself as one who has sin, no debate
We deceive ourselves if we deny this trait
We're born again yet
Still we wrestle wit' a sinful nature
Paul in
So many times it would break my mind
Spend every second to fall behind
Thinking the worst is yet to come
A call of duty to my decline
Sinking
day
At Pam's when we met yet again
And as I entered the building I laid a warm, wet hand upon her Bare pelvic bone, she emitting
An exciting ooh
Two
back, yeah
By the time you hear this one
I'll already be a hundred miles in the wind
By the time you niggas catch on
I'm already on my second lap,
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
armor bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row searching for an Interscope
Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara
Symbolize dope like sirens do
standing on a dime, everything seemed fine
Slowing of time
Slip! With lots of rope slack
Gravity, to control my fall track
Rope catch! Yet again, so
The street became my home
I had to learn to grind again
Chinazam nwam ekpere
Story of my life
Na hk obu mu saa efere
Story of my life
Seven up biko meh ebere
it from the start
Your limbs will be torn apart
To die in battle yet again
With no one left to avenge
You knew this was your destiny
But you call out
in my mind on your head
For this place doesn't render close
No it's confused
Are you confused yet
Twenty four seven florescence
Sucks the soul
5, 6, a-5, 6, 7, 8
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Bathing beauty, say hello
What a cutie, what a peach
Bathing beauty, watch her go
(Alright, Meg,
are just cattle
Roping you in by my lasso aka it's my pen
Dropping some songs imma do it again
Later this year it's gonna be a new-gen
Yeo's here now,
the loan, the brain
I am insane
Sold him the dope that he put in his vein
When he come down I'll be right back again
I do not lose a second of my sleep
Do
over yet
Just by the way she bends
"If you come breezin' through"
You said "I'll know that it's you by the taste on my lips
Bet on the deserts
(Count up sum blessings)
I jus be high feel alive in this bitch wait a minute I need me a second
Ain no emotion or smile on my lip either way she be callin
which, wasn't sleeping, not yet
I wrote the second verse first, now writing first
It little bit hurts how my mind it works
I'm type of pervert who's just
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