Lyrics:
can't get by, boy
Don't let the sunshine fool you
And don't let the bluebirds tool ya
And don't let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine
Don't
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
I don't lie yea
I don't mind yea
I just lie on my bed
Escaping reality
I don't gamble yea
I don't play yea
I just thought that by now it'd be okay
green
An' mi heart is clean
But mi thugs dem mean
Nuh fuck wid me, dis is no love affair
Grudge me fi my gyal, pussy sell everywhere
Yuh vex wid
I never felt like I was home
Felt like a strange long-distance caller
Set to the words I heard on the needle spinnin' by my bedside
And I used
Nigga I ain't had no help with this
I done made it by myself yea I done built the shit
I done came up from the mud yea I invented it
Keep my tool up
and used
How much more do I gotta take?
All that abuse
I'm controlled by you
I am owned by you
I'm controlled by you
Just a tool
Admit I did feel some joy
Some boys out road want to see me freeze
But I won’t cease until I make it to the peak
Jah Jah by my side so I never get weak
Bad mind and parasites
choose to hate –
I choose the tool I’m gonna
Use to blues your face (blaow)
Then cruise the state
Right after I lose the case (holla)
My nigga, i’m getting
fools hoe
Always tryna test it but you know you just a tool hoe
You a cigarette and baby i just bought a juul hoe
Yeah yeah, purple hair, oh you think
Nigga think he hot wit da tool
Ain't no bitch in me I'm from da zhoove
If a nigga try me then he loose
Hate thee niggas how thee niggas move
Nigga
If you lookin for the RRova you could catch me runnin up a check
When I fuck that girl she say that Im the best
Yes
But i gotta keep a tool where i
In 19114, the war began like never seen.
The world was torn apart by strife fest by strife fest.
Nations fought to claim their life.
World War One
(Bullock) was given to us by one of the following slaveowners, David Bullock, Jesse Bullock, or Joshua Bullock, who resided in Edgecombe County, North
Bad ass jit and I didn't have shit
I had to get the bag grab the tool and a brick
I put the drugs down but my goons in this bitch
Smoking za cause I
[CHORUS]
I'll keep this brief it's nice to meet you
Though I can't get past your ego
I never hold a grudge cause love is the way
Hello hi
and put us in our place
Independence smothered by your chase
Subtle hints to save a little face
Hold another grudge
Ambition is strong but out
me, nigga
I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—want you
want you
(Now your daddy sees me in a different light)
(But mi no hold no grudge, it's alright)
To be my lover
(Now and forever more there is no other)
witty
Need a drum drum and a tool wit me
When you come down better come wit it
Take ya style and I run wit it
Usain how I cover distance
Locked up they
Tell you what I got, tell you what I got
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
I
(The point is what they never get, was out with tools before)
(By myself walking in the hood, It's up to you to blow)
Ain't no stopping, nigga use ya
stone is already cast
Trading your anger for a worthless grudge
You will be judged by the measure
By which you judge
Fighting disorder with anomy
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