Lyrics:
blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)
He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out
While common sense is goin' out of style
I thought that I would be above it all by now
In some country garden in the shade
But it's business as usual
You know sometimes, I don't know why
But this old town just seems so hopeless
I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times
Were
Am I throwing you off?
Nope
Didn't think so
How ya doing young lady
The feeling that you gave me really drives me crazy
You don't have a player
The ones that do some bogus shit
Act cool on the strip
But want to put two on your hip
Macking jewels in your whips
Booming your hit's, screwing your bitch
night, I were layin' sleepin', darlin'
And I declare it was all by myself
Yeah but the one that I was really in love with
I declare she was sleepin' some
Bessie was more than just a friend of mine
We shared the good times and the bad
Many years have since passed me by
I still recall the best thing I
"Ayy, you want some of this shit?"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play that shit
And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga"
Really done saved some niggas, that's why they call me the hero
Trappin' like this shit legal, I'm tryna uplift my people
I used to serve in the Regal, I
and your kids really be a
Part of your untouched feeling
Do you actually think that your getting by
Can you make me a street map of the wheel
Your
they made up
Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner that's selling
a slave to the system that Feeds you
Pay taxes, bills like a good dog You never knew
You were, never occur, you Amateur
In life, in perspectives
cant believe I resist
how can I hold out,
where is that girl now
but the truth really is
I don't worry cause I love you baby so, That...
No
a kitchen
I stop wishing but that thing and I don't need you,
I don't really wanna see you
and I don't want you to see me,
you would think that I was crazy,
mill
You ain't live that life, you perpetrating
You wasn't really trapping circling birds of prey
You ain't have to beat no murder case
Man, you
And the pretty girls just happened to stop by in the hood
And they hop their pretty ass up on the hood of that pretty ass car
Without a wrinkle in today
'Cause
Where can I find the words to describe
The way that I feel with you by my side?
Everyone can see that you are good for me
I always dreamed some day
two 'cause really I don't like one
So many girls in here tonight
My problems in this pitcher
Got a bucket full of liquor
And I know y'all got that bad
This some grown man shit right here
Listen
I'm trying to man up see whats really good with you
Gentleman's approach, not bring it hood to you
We had it good, you know
I spent like six years makin' sure you came home to love
You had it good, you know
I stood by your side
I spent up so
and don't call me lyrical
Cause really I'm just a nigga that's evil and spiritual
I know some rappers using big words
To make their similes curve
My
to slide to church, I told his ass I'm in
Move wrong I'll hit you first, but I don't recommend
My schedule flexible, so that corner I bend
All the good shit
we go
Hey old pal
It's great to be here with you
The thing I'd like to give you
Is a real good time
Hey old pal
I really can't believe it
But now that
Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Roc-A-Fella's
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