Lyrics:
earings in my pocket till I see you again
Clouds roll by laying up on the hill
Everything is still do you think we will
If we do there will be no turning
to work that land
Out on the streets in my new city
You can see where shadows
Make prints on the pavement
They know when the Salvation Army truck
to be
There is so much hatred war and poverty
Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way
Maybe then they'll listen to what you have to say
Cause
Little word that comes my way
Is a losing game
c risk I cannot continue to take
Enter a new space
Get a grip and take this leap of faith
To see where
College kids in they 20s they playing spades for money, second tables for pennies pinnuckle n Jin rummy. That's where the old timers at. Uncle trying
is the key to a new door
And I ain't talking bout houses just renovating the old floors
It seems like something little but it really could do more
Improving my sound with every freestyle
My flow is getting better like a super saiyan
I'm a beast for beats, my nigga, that's what I'm craving
Ayo, living out
a discount mannequin
Wondering if I'm ever gonna see my friends again
But Old Man Winter, he's dead and gone
cnd life's too short to wait too long
cnd
was broker than a vase, living like a pauper
Poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker
Native New Yorker, born in Brook'lawn
Grew up in Jersey where
to watch me leave
And I pulled a little bottle from the pocket in my sleeve
The sunlight was stronger to my church-dark widened eyes
Than the light
Need to take these chains off
Sometimes, like, when I listen back to my old shit
It's like, sounds like it's, they add, like, a little melody
My now holographic dirt
Three-one-three, a voice is heard
And by the third, I proclame myself
Look for a younger drug
Burn my Dear John letter box
It
Jams at my house
Where I can play music, dance, sing
Put on a record and get weird
By myself
No one to stop me from singing Along, to my favorite old
limbo, disco, freeflo
Sometimes I go anywhere the wind
Blows
Old wave, new wave, I'll take my way
I like my way over in the fast lane
They say that rock
the crow is never clean
This is me telling you where I came from
Bridgetown Buddha Man Vel n Lizzies Son
Bodybag or jail if you live by that gun
Never jumped
Senseless forgetfulness
How could we miss?
The beautiful kiss
A sunset in the midst
A parting gift from the Parlors trick
All that's new is old
Rough
they're pumping our tunes
From where you'd rather be, say it's unfair then come here dude
'Cause each hour the sun's setting somewhere new
Get fly, fuck
Out there, all day, I'm noticing my, I'm noticing my
There is a space under the dust
Someone we found here crafted it into a hiding place
And it
Some seeds fell on stony ground, some of your pebbles do make a sound
Dressed into the river where the light don't shine down in the valley by
how tf you think I stay stylish
Got my own bag but I'm bout to blow all of his
I mean I told y'all I'm a bad bitch
I'm your niggahs new favorite rapper
own little way, I'm a small quiet man
I've got no wars to win, I don't have a big plan
But I love my new place, and I love my old friends
And I scrimp
The sun broke the haze
For the 1st time in days
I'm feelin' no pain
I suppose its old news
Like a boy with a bruise
A little girl with no
‘bout it
You is a lame with them smiles
I'm skipping detention and
Countin' them Benji's
I'm going monkey, go see me
Banana clips sitting right by
me
I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John
Lost in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine and can't turn
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