Lyrics:
youngins say keep it going
All my youngins, they dumb and repping, they always knowing
Got some pride in your town, I'm spotting 'em lately
Three piece
mighty crowded
I`m gonna take these things of mine
And I`m gonna move all out of your life
Stop wasting my time
And I`m gonna move all out of your
Duck and Sally inside
They're cooking for the down five
Who're staring at Miss Rayon
Who's busy licking up her pig pen
I'm searching for my
Yeah, it's my life
My own words, I guess
Have you ever loved someone so much
You'd give an arm for
Not the expression, no
Literally give
and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my tires screechin' in the back
'Amonos, dámelo, caete con
to hell
Do me a favour, open the door and let em have it
Ooh yeah yeah yeah yeah
One year done passed and now I'm lookin dusty
Disgusted because my own
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
it
They've been kicking down doors and bustin' out flows
They can't get me on the phone so they surprise me at my shows
And everybody needs a loan
and bring it down to the rented
By now, it's a little past five
And I'm still trying to roll, could barely open my eyes
Next thing I know, she giving me
Don't look away
You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes
And on your own
Bed shaped
In legs of stone
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go
Three pretenders forced their entry
There wasn't time to defend or attack
Somewhere inside I held their fury
But one by one my defenses began
world
Everything did occur to me that
You are the prettiest girls
My life is so amazing
Let me explain how it got that way
Well if happiness was
walking down into
On my own into the valley of life
Got a lifetime of experience
Yeah, I've got so much to give
Open the page at chapter one
Could
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here
a way of life
What's worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live it like you're never livin'
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
I'd give my life
To stare into your eyes and caress your face
As the priest, announces us man and wife
We'd live happily, ever after
White picket
Live so fast, I never take a pause (oh, woah)
No more talk, we're kicking down the doors
I wouldn't trade this life for anything, it wouldn't be
Wake up, ex-wife
This is your life
Children, on your own
Turning on the telephone
Messages, manager
No time for a manicure
Working out, shake
never viewed my life as something... slipping away
Some live so wrong, with what we do is each his own
But living in fear, endless shame for countless
real?
We sold dope to get meals while white folk in Smithfield
Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spilt pills for my bill
Write wills for my seeds, to live
real?
We sold dope to get meals while white folk in Smithfield
Fuck Israel, it's Kill Hills, spilt pills for my bill
Write wills for my seeds, to live
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