Lyrics:
Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
With people here working by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
But there's gangs
of town, on the bus I made rounds
I was involved in graffiti heavily
My people were Self, Tau and Freck RIP
At night I heard beats next door by QD III
Ay, yeah
If it's gonna be you, it's gotta be right
No time for games, it's gotta be tight
I just want this thing to be special, special
If it's
I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool
I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules
I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine
I'm checkin' trouble
some fun
Chocolate Factory
My people
Now we all know no matter how much
I sing about happy people and love and all of those good things
There's
want to marry you
Now honey, I don't want to clip your wings
But a time comes when two people should think of these things
Having a home
I did a thing last night
You know those future games
I turned off all the lights
Oh, the future came
You were by my side
Will you explain?
Oh
Well, well
Well, well, well, well, well
Oh, let me tell you
Time is the one thing everybody feels
It just expires with no regards to years
most of the brick leaving a pile outta shape
I never quit watching these niggas try to hide they mistake,
Taking a shit watching they body floating by
concentrate on all the bad
And all the things I wish I had
How can the dark clouds ever pass
Weeping may endure for a night
But joy comes in the morning
bastardness can grow and develop and take a
Meaningful shape in today's complex society.
But that's not why I want to dedicate the song to the FBI. I
Mean,
gettin' laid
That's what I'm taught by the media
Television tellin' my vision to get greedier
Come now everybody stay tune like T-Pain
Operate the drive
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
di realest livings
Uptown weh mi stay
Gyal a pray fi just an evening
Straight action, nuh di reasoning
Go fi weh mi wah and
We never pree people things
nuh di reasoning
Go fi weh me wan' and we never pree people things
Vehicle tint so you only can see di rims
By the look of it you know ah who dat
like to feel frisky
Maybe it's just because you like to feel free
Saddle tramp, how many people watch you ridin' by?
Like a thunder cloud that
blunts,
going in blowed (be it shape up?
) like say what? what? blog put ur tape up,
get a good review, when dumbass people tell you what
u shouldnt do,
this was a movie, you'd be here by now
I know people change and these things happen
But I remember how it was back then
Wrapped up in your arms
battled through the ages
But still neither force would yield
Their people were divided
Every soul a battlefield
Every soul a battlefield
I bring
love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
People killin',
the other one's to blame
Oh neither one will ever give in so we gaze at an eight by ten
Thinkin' bout the things that might have been and it's a dirty
Strange times in Casablanca when people pull down their shades
And its easy enough for us to look at each other and wonder why
We were to blame
nose out of the paper
Take a good look at what's going down
Get clued into the shape of
The shape of things to come
Have you seen the writing
Hey, come on, hey
Whether it's from all of us
You best believe Busta rhymes more flavor than all the rest
From all the mess, hardcoreness from all
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