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will do my best
Cause nothing feels like everything
With you by mi side

You gave me your word
You gave me some hope
I don't understand why you had to go

clutch, yeah
Long talks on the couch while we sip it down
Pickup your friend and we
Cruise through downtown
Come back while we listen to the sound
Of living

me I'm OK
Tell me i'm doing right
Please stay by my side
Why do they always leave
Makes me grab a cup
Makes me call the plug
Try to cop some pills
Want

and I'm very sorry dad
Could've ended on the side of the road
In a bag saying shit like, woah
They say damn, where you come from
Shit, I don't know, by

the times I cried
Now she want me to stay by here side
What the fuck is this 'bout
Think I live inside my head
Trying to frind a way out
Think im better

Ayo who tryna suck my 
Dont fuck with the mandem bruv I'll pull up with the fuckin' mandem you dont wanna fuck With me I got the mandem by my side I

there's a consequence
Give your heart some peace from the pondering

My realest always came from my low tides
I pray I understand myself both sides
My

a cousin and a nephew; a soldier with a gun
He’s a friend and he’s a neighbor and the worker by your side
A kaleidoscopic mixture of ambition, shame,

back
Apparently all the strangers knows your name, the bad things you've done
A familiar face urges through the crowd, says something secretly
And mix up

need Duke Orange on all the seats
With a window sticker that just says
"My name's on this fuckin' title
But not in your pocket, man"
I don't need no Big

get a ride home?
Put it my iPhone, yeah girl me up

I just wanna chill and feel the vibe
Make love then lay right by your side
You drive me crazy
I got

and I'm very sorry dad
Could've ended on the side of the road
In a bag saying shit like, woah
They say damn, where you come from
Shit, I don't know, by

talkin' too wild, his throat gettin' slit
I ain't gettin' slit by stayin' the cut
Was a good bitch but she turned to a slut

Slut now, too bad, ayy
No

the funk now, re-create the fun in your heart by the things that you love. Now, plug in! Get the speakers hooked up. Let ‘em bump loud. I got the mic and I’m

Was the money and the power and a cool girl
That'll rock by my side til the end of time
Keep me humble check me if i'm ever out of line
Im a mothafuckin

delayed, the chemicals just mix in me
That serotonin, dopemine
Epinephrine, cortisol
Go together like a cocktail
Take a sip, your sure to fall
Release

my youngins off they feet
Put on for the family and the team 
I just need you by my side
Plenty niggas told me they gon ride
Left me for the dead they

no store 
Same face on the I’d they know me by the corner store 
Used to trap when I was poor 
Now it’s mix designer Dior 
Took a flight out to the bay

get my promotion
Phone rings now you know I'm on a money motion
My thoughts mad coming deep like the ocean
I'm with my cousin tryna mix up a potion
I

the dead
Ooters by my side
Ooters on command
Nigga sweet as hell he a gingerbread
Slimey as it get I feel like a Monster
Like Among Us he is an imposter

Attendance

KRS-One

The Sneak Attack

2001

was the first to produce mix and write
At the same time up in the club rockin the mic?
Who was the first to have a DJ and a side man?
The first

S&M on the Rocks

Fat Beats

Fat Beats, Vol. 2

a stiletto don't let me out of your sight Even though your thoughts been blocked 
I mix my martinis straight up with a twist of hemlock 
I drink Absolut

she's 5'3

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't

she's 5'3

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't