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Wherever You Are (I Feel Love) [Original Mix]

Laava

Party 93.1 Anthems, Vol. 2

2004

the two of us 
And words cannot describe 
How I miss you so much 

La, la, la [Repeat: x 8] 

Wherever you are 

You make me high 
I can fly

I thank you for the life you gave me
Young guns running wild, towards a page that's clean & empty yet

Next stop along the track, freedom fading fast,

LA is mine I own it
West coast west side gang signs
You can throw it
I’m big smoke I’m with a chaperone
I'm thick smoke
I inhale it and hold it
I own

nothing works when you're head feels
Broken, so i search for serotonin I'm hoping that it'll save me 

They're hiding in the shadows
Arising when the light

Mob Niggas Don't Die

Twista

Twista Presents New Testament 2K: Street Scriptures

2001

Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down

Doing a drive-by, we got a hawk eye, yeah

I'm with the gang, letting shit bang, yeah
Don't give a dang, we starting fights like white fang, yeah
Gun

hollow eyes
Across the great unknown
Growing greater every second
Growing harder with each stone

Yeah you who judge your freedom
By the quantity you score

My Waterloo

Walter Becker

11 Tracks of Whack

1994

years

You gotta walk that road alone
You gotta walk that lonely
I wear my heart out on my sleeve
A sight you surely must have spied by now
I admit

Dat bitch she fucking bad I think she the one
Im jugging 100 bands Im going for a run
My partner get u killed slime he da gun
Im flying different

hem you in
Five barking guns bring your resistance to an end

You've crossed the line
And now you are on your own
Encroached inside
The eradication zone

the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when

I just hit NY
And you know I was on a private jet flight
Going back to LA, going back to LA, yeah
Yeah, yeah, finna go hit LA
Finna call my twizz up,

they all lyin'
I think I'm the youngest flexer of all time

I'm off this dope, I'm all high
Just bought a new gun, let's go do a drive-by
Ain't even

Fiyah fiyah we on cloud nine
Fiyah fiyah we on Gods Time
It's a lazy someday
We by the beach chillin'
We got the smoke flying high
Everybody high being

I see a monsoon on the horizon
Lightning strikes through in the distance
Between me and you a storms a brewin'
I'd say we're overdue for a biggin'
We

and Snoop
With' high shots that will put you away
You don't wanna step in front of the gun, when it's comin
it's like the abundance of like a hundred

Still do my dirt all by my motherfuckin' lone in killerfornia

[Chorus]

No self-defense laws 
Bullet proof vests is illegal
But you can go

for you"

Discharged from the Gulf War the very same year
I came home with a carton or two
Of cigarettes and mix tapes and bullets from a gun
That my

I open the door
Take off high heels
Turn down the lights
Instead of thinking about bad things
Cause all of cause all of about you in my mind

I see

Black Pride, most High
Wrath of Twelve Tribes
In the hood, drug war
Hundred Guns inside
Casino night looking fly
After the fight you slide
You Tupac,

Gun in the place snuck it in
Blunt to the face another pill
I'm so high I walk through a portal
Rockstar fit it's not normal
Bitch foreign she

for your thigh
You were always the fastest
Not this time
My muse is dead
Felled by her own conceit
My muse is dead
So on to a new pastiche
The dust was

Everybody gotta lie just to get by
Everybody gettin' high just to feel some
Everybody got pain but they feel numb
And they tried to escape but they

Crouch small in quiet trench
How did you come to this
Bloody summer, year by year
Battlefield familiar

Rushing through the tunnels of the heat