Lyrics:
who seek
No prisons, no jailers
No thoughts, no reason, no mind
I am swimming through the waves 'till I find another way
Otherwise I will be trapped by
we ain't soccer fans, huh
Fuckin wit my collard greens, that's off wit his head
I don't want no chains, a pinky ring wit that lil diamond edge'll do me
watch my back cuz I'm not just anybody
I know a dweeb a kill me to be a somebody
No I can't slip at all I keep that rocket by me
& if I ever slip my 7
First, second, third
Make it home, no delay
What you want to do?
Baby girl take a swing
Know it out the park baby girl
Do your thing
Come on hook it
killin' me right now
It's a Carolina area code
Followed by seven
With a voice on the other side
That kinda sounds like heaven
And I know I should
This ain't no photoshoot
I need somethin' to hold onto
And to the stars where we all gon' shoot (woo)
Gettin' high every second (second), fly with
there's no maybe I am so sure
there's no second guessing it's you I adore
All the faith you gave me is what I prayed for
and I won't hide you being by my
pain why I’m caught up in this life of loneliness
Why risk the chance of bonding with somebody else, when it ain’t no risk at all just being by myself
by myself? A nigga be lonely
Ayy, I blew the whole bag on they flights, ain't leavin' the homies
If he really gang, then get him a chain, no cubic
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.
them, I know I'm made without a doubt
It's primetime, why would I come with no rhymes?
It's primetime, up the catalog in no time
It took a second to do
the way for days, I'm a new wave yeller
For decades gettin' paid, comin' straight from the cellar
The paper was my trade so I stayed in the lab
Now
every second worth it through the night
I could give you fantasy
Dont need no ecstasy
Just before we go to sleep for the night
Workin with that body
Myriad atomic specters transcend
From the goodness of earth ad amen
Electric legion on a voyage way
Beyond the end yes
The end
Invocation
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
settle for second place
L never got in the way
Too many packs been running by
Too much been running by
Too many packs been running by
Too much been
paranoid
Breathe in, breathe out
Leave me, no doubt
Its easier by myself
Cause the silver linings leaded
Gotta take a couple seconds to myself
Lost in
one with meaning, that's how years
go by (bye)
So take a second to feel what it feels like, when you open up your mind to finally feel
some
And take
And we neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we
Ain't no ramps, ain't no lifts
Ain't no shit bag, you the shit. Not a pot or pan to piss
Just a six by nine grave in this rent-free bitch
Put a welcome
You ruined my life
Came and wrecked all my plans
Second I called you mine
Second you took my hand
You ruined my life
There's no way I can go back
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in east St. Louis by his mamma's people
Where they do things different, thought he'd just come
There's no label on us by the end of the night
But I still call you baby sometimes
Can't get you off my mind
Can't help it, it's a crime
So what, I'm up too
First, second, third
Make it home, no delay
What you want to do?
Baby girl take a swing
Know it out the park baby girl
Do your thing
Come on hook it
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