Lyrics:
to the West
Down Southside by the 'jects
Tell me what a time, what a wreck
Never let it down, never let
Always thought T was a rex
Never thought T was
the pace
Bringin down your friends, bringin down the race
will have your life in a wreck
And homeboy life is cause and effect
Exactly what you put in
hurtful past the Misery remain
Too big of heart gave a way piece of me
And the reality of things is I'm just a broken dream (broken dream)
I won't ever be
Too big of heart gave a way piece of me
And the reality of things is I'm just a broken dream (Broken dream)
I won't ever be free they have control
For a wreck like me
To sleep soundly for all of eternity
Cause I'm a broken soul
Within a big black hole
With nothing to see
But with a sense
Of freedom
of direction
I don't even know if you gon' wreck it
If you gon' shoot it, if you gon' spike it
Swerve, swerve
Riding out of control, I need direction
Yeah,
a dream in the dream Casey had a wreck
She gathered all her children around here and tied em to her apron string
Down they went to the South Memphis yard
of control
She's not an ugly girl and her laugh is likable
She's a real good time, she wears a real big smile
But I wonder sometimes, where does she go
He
B Side, B side, ha, check it
So So Def ... Bad Boy ... collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in the house
And me, y'all
spit when that neck stop, in tha yo ima wreck shop my spirit goin when tha rest stop,
Might just get popped I'm crazy, I jus pulled up in a brand new
[Chorus]
(I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick)
Yeah, big l is the first to represent.
Yo, on the mic is big l, that brother who kicks
when the bills keep on stacking
Big salty tears will have to wait to fall
On another day when it's okay to wreck and fall apart
When you died the world
Everyday yea u know we don't play (We Don't Play)
It's Baltimore We see dis Shyt Everyday
When u Head to the top u Gotta Control the streets
a threat, hanging by a thread
What the fuck she sad? Leave her ass on read
Bitch you not my friend i'm just tryna' hit
Blue face make her strip
Control her
Carroll County's pointed out as kinda square
The biggest thing that happens is the county fair
I guess that's why it seemes like such a big event
figures, big riches (What?)
Nine inches with a crew of jig bitches (Yeah)
Have bitches, say I'm viscious, mad riches (Whoa)
Black sixes cruise by with
gettin his black fans back
My reputation's like a Tec-9
Knock out the best in a circle
Three minutes wreck time
See the hand is faster than
The eye can
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Check
Look
I'm don't tripping over shit I can't control
Yeah
I'm don't tripping over shit I can't control and can't change
Look
I'm
Well I rehearsed for the verse and I'm number one
Not the best, not the worst, cause my name is Run
And I'm second cause I wreck it, that you want
Ooh ooh woo woo yeah
Go by the name of a Skeeter O. Neil
You don't know me from Joe but I'm a pretty big deal
You could say that I'm the real
If you
down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture on the billboard
guide me home
And I'm fading far away on a train wreck of emotion
My eyes glaze over as I lose myself
How do I return to what only seemed like moments
the latest fad
Cos we're so cool and you're all so sad
British standard men in British standard trousers
So cool and in control
Cockney whizzkids by the score
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
.jpg/200px-Poster_for_The_Nervous_Wreck_(1926).jpg "The Nervous Wreck")
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