Lyrics:
I need a hero to save me
Show me what it's like
On the other side
In paradise
I need a hero to save me
It's tough times
It will be alright
Mama said
God gave us the heart to make it right
And walk free in the light of the day
Goliath, ow
Will set you free, wow
To go crazy in the 20th century
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour
Day by day (Day by day)
Every minute of the hour (Every minute of the hour)
Day by day (Day by day
Woke up drenched in sweat from alcohol induced twitching dream
Partied at the Paradise club 1953
Spoke to a man who was 7 foot tall
Face blurred,
you
Man's been shotting 4s from back in
The day like President T
Frisco's back in your face
Sit down get back in your place
I'm back in the race shut ya
And Shackleton led the way
And Shackleton led the way
On Valentine's Day
They clawed their way
Only four hundred yards from freedom
But the gales came in
father's intentions were to lead us to death, destruction
Into the hell that he has had to live in for the past twenty-six years
Man, he would be dead
father's intentions were to lead us to death, destruction
And to the hell that he has had to live in for the past twenty-six years
Man, he would be dead
to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
of Eden was very nice
Adam never work in Paradise
Eve meet snake, Paradise gone
She make Adam work from that day on
Methuselah spent all his life in
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
you know how it go
Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, yo
Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down
Friday
rest til it's spa day every day
Lost case man padre, get away
One way it's the hard way anyway
So the pasts all scars mate, bellyache
No shop, don't work
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man
just waiting on the day
Clip like a foot long no subway
If I see a fuck nigga ima let that shit spray, aye put em in the grave
Cant be fake I can't
and creps
What do you mean routine check?
I didn't take this route to be checked
Sound like you routinely check
Any youths in jeans and creps
Aw man
heart is in a pure place
That's why I'm the rawest
Based world paradise, based world paradise
I won't hide, no more, My smiles on
I'm happy now, My
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
I work every single day, trying to earn from saying
Things that rhyme in hopes to my place
Go and set a foot upon a stage, put my heart on display
neighbors
Pour duce up to the big race
Money got me with a big hand
I’m too good, I’m for life
Until I’m laying in a ditch day
Pistol in my jeans
Don’t make
I talk about it, I'm a stand on it
5 PM in ATL my mans got hit
Broad day light
I was driving in the Beamer moving way too quick
Skipping all red
into the man from a garçon
My CD's on the DJ's deck like my stacks on
These niggaz my futon lemme put my foot on em
Coast to coast overseas see my whip
than a man of steel
Motherfucker how you feel, it's Logic
I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20
It’s a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my
than thick
Mac all on her lips
Top down on the whip
Barely twenty-five
In a newest ride and her momma ain't buy that shit
She tried high school
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