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Things are moving way too fast
Carved into stone, carved into stone
Carved into stone, carved into stone
I need a method that will help me get
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by
I learned politeness on my mother's knee..
I learned by uprightness my number of friends
Should increase...
- When I think about the things I
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
I just heard it's gonna be one of those funky things
We're the freaks that we freakin' to the players that be playin' the
Underwater boogie and not
would have cared
The way you thought no one ever would.
And now my heart bleeds cold.
I refuse to be caressed by stone.
I now live emotionless
moons have come and gone
No one else has come along
You're still the one for me
After all this time has passed
Only one thing seems to last
You're still
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
with one tiny little stone
Waiting there (waiting there) for someone to take you home
By itself (by itself) it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can
loving you the way that I do
There's something inside that hurts my foolish pride
To visit the places we used to go together
Not a day goes by that I
And sometimes when I'm reminiscing
I see the prefabs and my old friends
And I know that they'll be changed or gone
By the time I get home again
And I wish I
split it
i told you there was no limit
now all the sudden i'm a V-12
girl can't you tell
i'll rock your bags yeah
from 8-12
make
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I
split it
i told you there was no limit
now all the sudden i'm a V-12
girl can't you tell
i'll rock your bags yeah
from 8-12
make
Let me hear a stone croak,
I ain't wit being broke
I'm tired of my mother bustin ass for other folks
Gettin nowhere fast
While the ho on the corna
things that aren't true
My lady, yes, my lady
(My lady)
If you knew what I knew
Time passes by
The only tears I cry
Are filled with disillusion
And fears
It was someone else's war
But at the line of the 38th parallel
It was her I fought them for
Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone
I
And so we'll rise
By the grace of God alone
His words are carved in stone
I'm never gone
I'll always be within your heart
Waiting's the worst part
Now
someone else's war
But at the line of the 38th parallel
It was her I fought them for
Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone
I smelled those
to happen
Things just ain't gonna go my way
Trouble waiting to happen
My day was over by a quarter to ten
I climbed right back into bed again
I'd write
If I wanted to
I would long to do
The things that I was told I could not
All I've ever known
Is all I ever knew
And all I've ever learned I
Uh, find me a Kendall Jenner I'll be a gentleman to her
Give me a Jourdan Dunn she never gonna finish a nigga
Hol' up
Walk by, on fire baby
like July, July
And July is still coming
It's made real by the things that you do
And July, July
And July is still coming
Just knowing that it's
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