Lyrics:
in his Lex
A man should be satisfied wit good by the food of his mouth
In a time of drought, his roots should still sprout
What the owl sees
a true love
For life and all the simple things, it's been a long year
I see it all clear
We think of life in the physical, yo music is a miracle
Cause
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the Corner's younger
I smell, feel, touch
on some Tony shit
Taught myself the streets you know my pops ain't never taught me shit
'Cept for good friend you gon' be solo in your closet bitch
would develop lots of beef as a tweaker
And all of them was mostly come lookin for me
Imagine that, fat motherfuckers with bats tryin
To rat pack,
Eighteen sixty nine being the date anf the year,
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear,
For to gain the great prizes and bear them awa',
on the horn and said
"Clef, your on the cover of
the cover of The Source by The Rolling Stones"
No more struggling, good life we loving it
You could live it
to leave minds blown is mothafucking Jones
If you seen what I seen in 26 years
(If you seen what I seen in 26 years)
If you seen what I seen in 26 years
hey test me if I give a damn, like George W. Bush
I keep thirty years younger than what I am, day by day I’m about to
Play some counterstrike,
by
And personally say thank you
You're making me good money i'm
Making you good money
T notices Harley
You're lucky man you got a bad bitch
Oh, that
wanna shake it like a dog
For my baby (like a dog)
I'm full of that bubbly
Shorty just told me for 2 years
He wanted to cut me
I gave him a quick sigh
die
We stand here in the Legacy of the Dream
The Dream that Dr. King lifted up
That Whitney Young pushed for
That Mattie Jones fought for
That my
know it was many years ago
So long Lullaby Rose
I am standing by the sea waiting for my boat
To take me away from here for good
I need to hold my feeling
my people with no chill
Africa what's the plan how you feel
Are you selling all our people to the devil now
You leaders no good for nobody
When they
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
luh me luh me
You niggas ain't hustlas yall get funny money
I ain't in it for the fame bitch I'm in it for the hunnids
But I love it when she call me by
the local IGA
Life was good till my mind began to slip away
I turned to the sea and watched the flies inhaled by swallows
Could it be the same for me
That I
good together last forever
No, don't let go
For our new found treasure knows no measure
Oh Donny no
I don't wanna go, no
Away now
I want to stay here now
lives snatched by years
Say that that all time heals
But shit you get what ya give
It's like destroy then build feel like we dying to live
Free gang be
the baddest on her team
She all about her green
She never ever ever ask a man for anything
She smart and she focused
Every man notice
When she walk by cause she
to the nude
Dont plan to excuse
We win or we lose
We fight till we do
Jon jones good no fu*k up confuse
Don't compare to these guys even real be skewed
Jealous
absolutely nothing
From the mess in my head I was caught up in
Listening to Norah Jones
Making out before another year with all these shows
And this time
artists like Midas for over five years
Without changing tires, shit, I should probably check the mileage
It's in rare condition, peep the diction
Pen bleed
fucken good riddance
A cheque for a rap
Only if it's fact I keep spitting the same old raps
Mix up the flow
Write about
What makes the world go round
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