Lyrics:
the covers
Heard the birds start up
Headed to the rally point
Headed to the rally point
To brew myself a cup
Thought about signing the paper
When
You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down
Well, there ain't no goin'
and a whore too
I'll do these tricks your wife refuses to
I swear by all my Bibles you won't regret
I've never seen a man who's sorry yet
I love you once
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you
I know for
Gotta' protect my energy
Yeah they thought this time would really be the end for me
And all that shit I did, but God ain't never left a g Fabricated
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
[Chorus]
The father's eyes
mentally great
Fuck all the violence, get money the way
Still got some drama and issues to fix
Cause I want my people to see me go change
I write my thoughts
aboard
Writing all my thoughts, paper, pen
Thinking bout you
Even when I say I ain't
Wondering
Where you come from girl, Hilman
You put me in a different
Sometimes I just feel like I need to get away
A place where I can be by myself, all alone
I kinda lay down in the back yard
Watch the leaves fall down
to sweet music
How about some Marvin Gaye
Feel like some sexual healing
Just relax and let me do, let me do things my way
This is what I do (I want to do
Huh
Aye, aye
Mmm
Yea
We dem Paper City Niggas and you know we rock it hoe
When da DJ play dis shit you know dey gone go hit da floor
All my diamonds
and don’t think about me
Night after night, day after day 2x
Hide away! Cause you are my enemy
And day by day I am run from you
My thoughts are clouded by
the boat's about to sink All I know I gotta get this paper My technique is to Release on beats it's like a prayer thief Never listen to the signals always
death my nigga I took shrooms
I just fear knowing things, shit is too soon
Imagine being a fuck boy
All through your 20s just to have a daughter
Growing
do I want to be
All white papers in front of me
Will fight for more autonomy
Pull you papers out
Don't forget what you're about to see
Want to rewrite
paper routes boy I put that on my momma
Nigga go an start shit then we go an end them dramas
All about them bands boy I put that on a come up
Got my
see, now I understand what a rap attack is
[Jalil ]
Well, it's about time!
[Ecstacy ]
All you had to do is explain it to me
But let me ask you
And maybe it’s the way you smell me be
The taste of your lips
Maybe it’s because I was blinded by the shape of your hips
I’m about to make you mine
I run around with them thuggers
I swear that no one can touch us
I swear that shorty a bussa
Not bout the streets, I'm all about my paper
I swear we
this game of life got a whole lotta layers
Ain't worried boutta thing but stacking my paper
Everything I do yea I do it two players
Yea it's me down here
The way tht i ball like a laker (ballin)
She think I’m all bout paper (I am)
We done survived the toughest of times
Tht Hustle Just part of my nature (fr)
you
A one make mine aaah
Way you looking
Way smile
Is like a but spell on me
Always on my mind
On my mind
On my mind
All I do is think about you
get this shit tomorrow, fuck it that's what I'm choosing When I'm blowing up Its cos I'm lighting all the fuses By myself, yeah its vital Put my
of the night
I find strength in knowing you're by my side
Every step that I take, every word that I say
Let it be known your love will satisfy
Its all about
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