Lyrics:
the May weather
Got the box and now she wanna ring
Selfish, I don't wanna share
Baby, better off by myself, yada mean?
Blacker the berry, Burberry
A clean slate
I thought I needed
Don't talk to me no more
Of that I was sure
But as the years go by
I see all my flaws
I got is blood on my hands
I
falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
Siku mingi eey
Nimemiss yako taste on my lips
By now niko sure you're the one I need
(Ni wee ni hitaji)
Nikiwa stressed we hufanya me na chill
(Nafilanga
should sit by and watch you kill my friends
And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you never end
Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I think I
give it to me
A reason to set free
A better version of who I was
And so it is, that by accepting who I am
Is how I get rid, of my darkest side
One by one
The way you stare made me wanted you
But when you're close I don't wanna to
Sometimes I love when you by my side
Sometimes I don't cause its all my
the pulpit of the game and I hate when it's bullshit
All your fake foolery plays and it makes for a tools trip
A slave being praised by the youth that's afraid
When you knowin that there ain't nobody better, mane
Stuck off in the cold when the bad weather came
Now they gotta see me livin it up and cheddar gain
by the rules
Heart broke so I can't loose
Trying kiss me miss me
I don't wanna do
Nothing that you want
I just leave in some puma shoes
Running like
Now NY hug me still niggas want to hate
I'm embraced by 50 states and
The westside love me
Bids told Dre I'm the nigga to chase
And it been that way
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah
For- up in they mom's crib listenin'
To this unadulterated Nas- wishin' it was them
Instead of me on this track
life goes down hill
Still movin but I'm dizzy
I don't feel right been busy been high
Anything to help me
Clear my thoughts clear the air
Clean out my
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yeah
Yeah
For- up in they mom's crib listenin'
To this unadulterated Nas- wishin' it was them
Instead of me on this track
being a good person
Bitch you know that
You really got me urkin
With all yo bad and yo clean versions
Bitch I've been dealing with this shit
Ain't no
moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still
clean the blood of martyrs (Play his game)
Pray our fathers, you're lambs to the slaughter (Broken saint)
The garden garden, cleansed by the fire (Test
Glocks with extensions
Tried to press me by the bitch
And now that hoe all in my mentions
N***a
Yeah, I'm steady grave diggin
In that field, you try
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
amazed me
by their gleams
But I followed, imitate
wishing that I could
get much love, no hate
just like what they get
But instead of it lost my identity
amazed me
by their gleams
But I followed, imitate
wishing that I could
get much love, no hate
just like what they get
But instead of it lost my identity
go change o
Won know the day now
Wey people go stop to hate o
Won know the day now ah!
Wey people go start to use their brain o
Won know the day now
pressured by the hate
And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith
[Chorus]
(I just wanna celebrate)
(I just wanna celebrate)
Have faith
(I just wanna
na na na
Ain't wit the drama
Hate politics but my shooter Obama
No no no no no
Don't try me dolo
40 throw bullets call it Tony Romo
Baby know I cant
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