Lyrics:
The heart's forever young
There are still roses
In the morning
Still songs to be sung
You say we can be free
The race is still to run
Stick a fork in me
I'm living rent-free in your head
I'm living rent-free, yeah
How you gonna flex
You already got finessed
I'm living rent-free in your head
Everybody
Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No
Whagwhan what's the wait for
Free your mind
Meditate and explore
Go inside
Got caught by the trap door
No lies
Stop talking that folk law
Silent vibez
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
care if I make it or not
Just whether the plate has bacon or not
This a warning, I'm not performing to warrant applause
I get free singing by myself in
they all Free
Look at what he did
Now we up by 2
Died and rose again
With all power too
He broke the stone and we all Scream
Angels got the word its time
year, spittin' gibberish
You pussy boys be so ignorant
None of you mofuckas are significant now
I always hadda kick it by myself
I wrote and mixed this by
I see it in your eyes,
I hear it when you breathe.
How deep inside youТre burning baby yearning to be free.
Cause every time we touch, IТm blinded by
(You're as cold as ice)
I still got that real world charm, nigga
Be alarmed
Body armor on, warmer in my palm (NYC)
Where you get the storm before the calm
Everybody happy, you want to be happier
You know what's coming next, spent your block in a hearse
Been put in front of the X like that fire I immerse
Just
Everybody get to see
No cell phone,
No sleep tonight
Girl I just wanna make you sweat
And oh, we're free dressing
Gonna be a night you won't forget
Everybody get to see
No cell phone,
No sleep tonight
Girl I just wanna make you sweat
And oh, we're free dressing
Gonna be a night you won't forget
Is it me inside my head ?
Rather listen to it
The way I see it everybody dead
T-Don [verse]:
My demons they be pushin' me
My demons they be pushin'
can't believe I let the good Niggas pass me by
We had our differences her Name was Monica
She came between us like a Referee to wrestlers
My bae
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
And the pain is so heavy
What we got to do?
Who we got to prove?
Open up your eyes
And see the Ganda in the news
Most is fabricated
And these cops be player
that's five and one that's three
Been two years since he left me
Good to know that you got free
That town I know was keeping you down on your knees
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Say that you got it all
Love the way you players ball
Everyday you're at the mall
tea or a middle finger up
I just stay sucker-free, leave the lames where they be, and I let my chips pringle up
Everybody calm down, there's enough
you grab the mic
I'ma grab the turntables
We gon' rock this joint baby
A-huh, a-huh, ah
If you got up in
The club free
(Let's get dirty)
Say
Kick it, kick it, yeah, that's the ticket
Ain't no bloodin', ain't no crippin'
Ain't no punk-ass niggas set trippin'
Everybody's got a stack and it
(Libère nous)
Even though we're different colors here
Yeah we have one blood oh oh
We've got a different nation too
It don't be by just move inside
Even
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