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trying to run away, but ain't nobody got time to play
and I like dancing as much as the next man
And getting my feet wet, the same old two step
But I
That good men, they raise good sons
To stand where he stood
But I'm draggin' my feet
Wounded by the enemy
I'm draggin' my feet
Wounded by the enemy
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
And it carried a young man, these words he did say.
Chorus:
Come live by the great moon that rules the strong tide,
Climb upon my horse love
to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'
Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times mostly good times
See, he was
Carolina sky
Hey, old man, do you need a friend
Someone you can tell your stories to
Tell me about that girl in high school
It was your first love 70 years
known by the name of old Johnny Doo.
Chorus:
Of all the trades of living sure the begging is the best
For when man is tired he can sit down and rest
Beg
instead
The more money, more problems like the man said
Ain't like my phone is bein tapped by the damn FEDs
But my accountant said I can't get out
My old man, he's got a shotgun
He's always got someone to outrun
He's wanted by the blue for first-degree
I don't think he knows about me
He lives in
unimpressed by my Ferrari
(Vroom) her attitude'll sting
I mean this bitch is Waspy (Haha)
Takin' it back to the days I
Was emailin' blogs my own music, man
is woman, let the old man be rescued
But the bad shit, run away
Wait, that's just one of them
Say what? as long as a person meets her is no good thing
in a
Single home by a single woman i
Am a very proud black man
I shouldn’t have ignored the signs from
Your your first song and video
I hate you so
But her story gets colder, hold up
Every man that she's ever encountered
Have proved to be cowards
Misused and abused her and
Bruised her with power
Now
responsible?
So wrought by what I've done, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Trapped inside a frame not of my design.
Simply follow the story and remember
bluff
You’re gonna have to do better cause it just ain’t good enough
That ain’t good enough
It’s the usual suspects and the same old lies
But the truth
and slinging mud a little rowdy but alot of fun
Where your roots run deep your stars hang low
A mans word is as good as gold
You nod your head as you pass by
of the woods
I speak the truth, no matter wether burbs or the hoods
I speak truth, It's all good, man it's all good
We never had so we feel we gotta live it up
of the story
My worth is not defined
By how many problems I can carry
So no need to worry
It's not the end of the story
Might feel like I'm drowning
But I'll be
on purpose
Man, time's have changed, back then I wasn't hurtless
I was such a giant fucking fool, man I ruled
Goofed around, man my old videos hold the truth
old
Lord, I wish my father was still here
Chill with him as grown man, we have some beers
Lord, I wish my nephew was still here
He'll be old enough, we
To keep winnin' is my way like Francis
As long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances
A soldier comin' home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin' there's no
his stories
Talk about the days gone by
Talkin' bout future glory
Round round round lie goes
Tell you how the good Lord knows
He'd be shinin' most
thick
Dreams of fuckin a rnb bitch
Sza lookin good
Gotta add her to my list
Dreams of fuckin a rnb Bitchh
Mya kinda old
But a nigga'll still hit
Dreams
No matter how good a woman is
She still can't really teach him to be no man or daddy
Used to walk around with a head full of naps
Chubby young
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