Lyrics:
to fill up a truck dad
Treat your money like it's under your nose
You must stash enough cash for a rainy day
The forecast says
That it's partially cloudy
My
anything, I thought by now I'd be
Over it, under it, through it and then some
But your name still sits on the tip of my tongue
And I know that my moving
Mama don't wanna pay 2.25
So, I glide right under the turnstile
Turn around and look outside
Loved watching all the houses in Queens fly by
under anaesthesia
Diggin a hole
Burry my soul
I have paid the toll
G please roll
Its keepin away my ego
Schooled by bear he know
The reaper
Will always
family
Was sittin' cross-legged 'round the Christmas tree listenin' to granddad
We all knew it'd probably be his last
He was crackin' jokes, and we were
cross-legged 'round the Christmas tree listenin' to granddad
We all knew it'd probably be his last
He was crackin' jokes, and we were takin' turns
Tellin'
shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit and slide off to the Land of H man
When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his
Momma's rent, his young brother's clothes
My
on my way
Let me down, I've fallen again
Oh, I've fallen again
But by ways that I write this poet's signature
I will cross my paths, I will right
But
Mother nature placed you on the high branch of a tree
So even if you fell you'd have a branch beneath your feet
Your sky is always blue so it's your
automobile
I know that I’ve lived here my whole life
But I didn’t realize the corner was so tight
If I wasn’t moving fast, I’d slow down
And maybe not roll
to got me losing blessings
GOD said he'll take the next two steps if I take the first (I did)
But in it to pick and sellin the spur
From under my feet,
i stole a little bit boy nothin' was cheap,
santa stayed puttin' that coal under my tree,
and this is peace to my people and peace to my enemies,
but
I've been on the truck for 51 years.
My only friend is the A.M. radio.
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by,
But it's always rocks and beer
wouldn't leave
Kept my body on the ground
Like I was a tree
Roots
Deep and connected
To everything
I felt the air circulate above me
Sweat dripping like
think I'm losin my mind
Right then the corpse came jumpin out a tree
Way out a tree
And fallin on top of me
Back on my feet
As I began my face
Put
on the block block my shot I'd rather ya not
Climax of the plot drop from the top still never stop
The bottom I don't like but I know life
And I know me and I
of use
So how I'm posed to trust my dawg when he still under me too
Win or lose
What you'd choose if you was stuck in my shoes
Taking risk but what's
'Cuz I forever told them doubtful ni**as this was coming
Now they in my corner like we backed up by the biggest boulder
""I'm not my father over here I
I will not go down under the ground
"Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round
An' I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my
that's on my soul
You would think that I can hoop by the way I'm hitting my goals
This is from the soul
Promise that I'd never fold
Potnas switching
Clothes in the bag
Favourite tracks
I'm on reverse
But she on my lap
Walking by the beach
Under night sky
She holding my hands
Make me feel so alive
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