Lyrics:
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
blossom in the market square
Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never
Say Bill, it's my turn to wreck Big Dogg Status
We doing this shit all by ourselves
Some niggas made themselves off other niggas hits facts!
Big
when Greg got killed she was traumatized
Houser was the fuckin' man when he was alive
Taught us everything we know about gettin' fried
Teff was young
blossom in the market square
Do you remember I thought it was confetti in our hair
By the way didn't I break your heart?
Please excuse me, I never
come here boy, who likes the Skippy?
Who likes the Skippy peanut butter?"
This song is really hard to play (give it up for Tom)
It's really hard
I could write a record full of radio songs
Do a bunch of features that my label would love
Do a bunch of features that I don't even like
Just
Will sing a glorious song
I'll join that mighty chorus
When I shout the victory
I will give up my burdens
In that city built for me
CHORUS
BRIDGE
What
grew up tall and she grew up thin
Buried that old dog Gideon
By a crepe myrtle bush in the back of the yard,
Her daddy turned mean and her mama leaned
jumpin' and the fly girls are staren'
People under 40...Yo! Let's get down
Because they need more break and now it's sliced by Shay
The records out so don't
If you see my number on your phone when you pick it up
Or get a good morning text when your wakin' up
Or see my truck drivin' by at the end
One day, one day, Sir
I was walking along
I heard that special
Singing a lonesome song
[Chorus]
Oh, let the Midnight Special
Shine her light
Emotions to me but she just wouldn't do it
She built up a wall and I couldn't break through it
I used to walk to school everyday of the week
Watching
I'll be driving all night long
Gotta keep awake by singing this song
Foot on the gas to keep my speed
Radio playing and I'm singing along
Singing
I've been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music and I write the songs
I write the songs
better? (Nothing's better)
And all the answers to our prayers
Hell, it's the same everywhere (just the same now)
Nothing ever breaks up the heart (love's
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Pushin' crack
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing
break-up song
Another another
This can't be another break-up song
You weren't mine anyway
So why do I feel this way?
I guess I fell too hard
You ran with
out (crabs)
I know some killers got life on a break out
I had to sack up the bud, take the shake out
We ain't had no goal in the hood, brought
angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from
night skies, talked about in song,
We play along, so bitter sweet by our design.
I'm sick and tired of writing songs about you,
This is it, this is
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
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