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Female VO;
Hey, its Me
I know we haven’t spoken in awhile
Things have been weird
I hope you’re doing really good
But I still think about you
Call me

steps we taking to grow
Love what I've seen so far
Love what I've seen so far

Think about all the time we've had, we've had
I stand by your side through

niggas all about nothing
West coast bomb, me and my nigga Ski
Me and my nigga be like me and my nigga E
Two hard motherfuckers that you can't see
So don't

right by your side girl honestly I would'nt give a fuck foreal
I think about it every second of the day
Girl am I trippin cause I listen to my brain
I

the lines
Can't only think 'bout myself what about the guys, 'bout the guys
Sometimes I think 'bout myself, what about my life
Sometimes I just wanna be by

Drunk by Myself

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

out the hayes blurry vision 

Think about the time in my life before I was in televison 

Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision 

Since we all

and a curse
For better or for worse
Now I think I'm overthinking
Time's passing me by
Tripping in reverse
For better or for worse
Now I think I'm overthinking

I can't breathe, I get a little bit
It just hurts, I get so brittled by it
I'll hold off, I'll get remittal from the
I'll sequester for a little more

going on behind the scenes?


Who can hear us? Who really listens?

Anyone who thinks about freedom will soon be executed like our brother Navid Afkari

Do you think about me
Do you see the memories
Are they real or are they fantasy
Is that all that we can be
When you think about me
Does she rip me

Yo,
You've been hurt,
Man I know, 
Stay close by, 
Tryna cover your soul, 
In darkest time, 
I'll be there, 
I'm be there be there,
Hit my line this

Ain't snorting nothing but smarties and warheads

I'm sick of you niggas
I'm sick of you bitches
Go say what you want about me and my riches
You

I'll wake em in the morn
I think I'm on roll yeah
Losing all control
Nothing left to solve here
I'm the best of all

I put my orange, a four inch door

don’t think I’m good enough to see my music on the shelf
Sometimes I ponder about being a lame
Because I don’t think I’m cut for a life of fame
Maybe I’m

Ok let me tell you all about it
I was in the trenches
I ain’t have an answer for any one of my questions
I just think the voices need to take a seat

I dont like to talk about this shit
But its ruining me
I dont like to talk about no tips
I got way too many
Didnt think my thoughs could co-exist
But

these days what it all seem to be
Is too many assumptions too many talk about nothing
A lot of people mentally folded but out here bluffing
And that's

what I thought it was, was it
Too good to be true?
Have nothing, get it all but too much of it then lose it again
Did I swallow hallucinogens, 'cause

sucks, and then you die"

I disagree, I think life sucks, then you get cancer

Then you go into chemotherapy and you lose all your hair

You feel bad about

level up
It's not by power nor by might
I gat a spirit deep inside me

When you giving excuses
You never win
It's all about choice
You gon loose when you

Bringing some attention to me, thinking I'ma bad dude
But how you show what you think, nothing
And Santa wouldn't bring me something, think I'll diss

Storm is risin' baby, rain begin to fall.
I'm all alone by myself, no one to love me at all.

My blues starts ‘long about midnight, and it don't leave

minded in the sense
Where you pay no attention
To what people think about you? (Yuh, yuh)
Cause these things count you know
These things count

We come

to make you sadder
You start to notice nothing that do you seems to matter
You start to notice when you think you speak, you only stammer
You start