Lyrics:
to feel like
To be able to live without you by my side
Only you know what it's like
The way you live your life
Only you know how it feels
To live within
time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin'
That know we get O's like cheerios
That know because they seen us in the videos
That know the day that you play me
fun of death short time to live good
put when its all over ??? never took him out the hood
can you see I was runnin' chased by the grim reaper
he catch
Then I got couple songs
By the next day, which turns
To the best day of living in the moment
I see visuals and omens
I see visuals and omens
I'ma give all why y'all something, word up
Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
They goin' be like,
"Yo you, you need
life while you gasp for air
The echo of the "fuck you" that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones
The thief that held your son, held by ransom
gasp for air
The echo of the "fuck you" that boomerangs to hurt your loved ones
The thief that held your son, held by ransom
The pervert that raped
forever/Statue of Liberty/Long live the World Trade/Everybody sing it/Everybody sing it/In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of/ There???s nothing
the fucking beat back
I might fist fight a fetus, live life defeated
Pledge your allegiance, must I repeat it
High five your teachers, drive by for Jesus
Might
It's just me out here
At least that's what it feels like
They said I wouldn't make it
That this was a City of Broken Dreams
But somehow lost
blood and I hear people scream
Then I wake up
And it's just another bad dream
(Chorus)
And I can't help myself by feeling sorry
Because I gave up
Yeah
Take me places I ain't seen
Make me think I could be
Whatever I want to be
Whatever I want to dream
Been trying to find peace
But I get bad
freaky, live in the bed
Make baby girl eyes roll in her head
This what you need, my mission is to please
Hands to the sky, Nas, JE
Now your girl said
pour up my mental fee
When I pour up my mental fee
My breath is so cold, what I'm spittin' is visible
Live by my syllables, own it
Condition is critical
of places that i have been in dreams/
Streams of imagination spin on my visuals/
To be collective im minimal/
Individual that proceed flush, flexible,
to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin' in peace don't even stress that beef
Go head and sleep count your blessings
diamonds, tennis chain 'round my throat (icy)
Got a bad habit of lookin' behind me 'cuz in my city it's smoke
I got PSD, my house on PST, I live by EST
know, it's gonna hurt
Tell me how to live without your love
You promised you won't leave me here alone
Now i'm having bad dreams when i sleep
Without you
Cover your eyes as I describe a scene so violent
Seemed like a bad dream, she laid in a blood puddle
Blood bubbled in her chest, cold air brushed
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
to represent me
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me
Pink hair
We live in tunnel vision
Epiphanies in my dreams it's your visage
Snowflakes on her nose never wintered
Frost-bit my control giga-bitches
come right in"
Leave your shoes up by the furnace, cause we just put new carpets in
She asked me bout my day then sat me down
Told me we should have
A dream or reality enemies at my door
Eyes, I realize it's fantasize I must be high
So let me live before I die
Once again grab the bottle twist
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