Lyrics:
people do some apple polishing
Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman
So he can hook me with the landlord in parliament
Then I'll set up a booth,
Said you needed help, said you wanna get away.
Said he got 6, but I'm gonna get a day.
Bet your ass I'll be there.
If i gotta catch a cab with no cash
before, "Hey, man
Are you gonna stay up all night partying
(go, girl) before you go into the radio?"
I’d have said, "No way I would never do that"
And then
is more than the things you've heard
The creator loved the created
The creator came and died for the created and that is the love
Love is not a place
I overlap the mans that lack
Just like the mans that laugh in class y’all in the back
You cannot pass and just like drivers of cabs
If you do you’ll
(bitch)
We can do it nigga any motherfuckin way
Gangsta shit gangsta shit gone play
But you can be the bitch and go the other fuckin way
You gotta
hopin and praying again and again
I called my brother like we gotta go
He on the way and he said that he know
I hit my sister she said that she close
I
without
We go for broke
And run that shit into the ground
Struck by lightning
With a hand in the sand
Came to with a fist fused in glass
Closed
Single mom I was raised by her, in a place where the hate triumphed
Half white, half Latin, so my inner conflict was a race riot
She said I'd never
standing i look back and i know that she deserves better
So i go hard im tryna get a milli now not later
Coz i know i gotta do right by her
I want her
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is
and
Leg like you escaped the Zodiac
And crawled your half-ass ass back home and
Made it to your fuckin' steps
Then got ran over by a taxi cab
That don’t
They know how to patch things up
Rather than to go drop down the roof
Hold on all you gotta do is hold on I'll wait for you I'll wait for you
Hold
to topless in the warm tropics
Money could either build or destroy you
Could make you do a bid or employ you
I seen money become the goal of an activist
Seen
that I'm in love
So I had to see her later
She looked at me and said
Why you gotta go away
Why you gotta leave my place
Why gotta fade away
I told
by pan handlers feeling undeserving
An endowment from Dow a product unearthing
Through compound interest, I will invest
As I do things myself like I'm
So we broke up and I never saw her again
But that's just the way things go
In Albuquerque
Albuquerque
Anyway, things really started lookin' up
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
never give up
Soon I guess I gotta keep doing this shit until the jig up
Till champagne glasses take place of all the hen cups
Steady road to success gone
mother
Told me drink less my nigga told me live
King after life hell or heaven only place to go my Pop said nigga I love
You my sister said the same
Things have been so crazy and hectic (crazy and hectic)
I shoulda gotten back by now (back by now)
But you know how much I wanted to make it
that swing down low
Well my heart's in The Highlands, only place left to go
I'm in Boston town in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I
"Genie, my first wish would be
To go to the year 1980"
"Hocus pocus," said the genie, "I'll do that"
Aladdin looked around, saw where he was at
He said,
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