Lyrics:
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
As I live and breathe
I'm watching, watching the world die
We greet this with apathy no longer
Consumed by self
We walk through each day
With
tonight
One on one, by the candlelight
Over and over, we spend our lives
Living fast forward but not tonight
Love in slow motion
It's been a while
back
Snuck my gun in the function
I bust, he not coming back
Dummy racks, hundred stacks
Police killed 'bout a hundred blacks
Don't get killed tryna
found, by finding each other
The love we waited for
I'm yours, you're mine
And in our hearts
The happy ending starts
What a lovely world
This
contaminated, love
Hot not hot summer day, but I'm cold
I'm coming down with the rain
I'm through with finding some other way
Every night in my room
Who's
passed me by
This world may end
Not you and I
My love is stronger than the universe
My soul is crying for you
And that cannot be reversed
You made
a
Gun pulled on me by my
Limo driver, by police
By everybody and once my life
Is gone it’s gone can’t nobody give it
Back to me not the judge
Not
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
play
No easy mode for us noobs, that's not OK
Make players grind to a halt unless we pay
I'm grounded
By the thought police
By the thought police
By
Pass me not, oh, gentle Savior
Hear my humble cry
While the others Thou are calling
Do not pass me by
I've got the feelin' and the feelin's not
She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine
Before the soldiers came
The life was cheap on bread and wine
And sharing meant no shame
She is awakened by
not much for looks
And no hero out of books
Is my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him!
I don't know why I
and the king rose up
To witness this awful fate
He began to tremble at what he saw
In astonished tones he spake
Did we not cast three men bound
Into the midst
getting off the 405
Be with this bad bitch, she living in the south
I'm met her at the club with my nigga Gotti
5-3, thick, with a lot of pride
I'm not affected by your blackmail
You won't blackmail me
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil
She dreams of nineteen sixty-nine
Before the soldiers came
The life was cheap on bread and wine
And sharing meant no shame
She is awakened by
jumped up on the game and did a big dunkin'
All my money got obese, my money just got chunky (I-I-I)
Y'all be callin' the police, bitch, y'all not good
've had to pay my price
The things I did not know at first
I learned by doin' twice
Ah, but still they come to haunt me
Still they want their say
So
the tall green trees should not survive
Suppose I had no wish to be alive
Suppose you didn't love me
It's impossible to imagine a world without a star
But
In a world legit
Now these undercover cops
Kept trying to bust my chops
Telling me I was something
That I knew I was not
Don't have a problem with my
to these hoes, like a soap opera episode
And punch a bitch in the nose, 'til her whole face explodes
There's three things I hate, girls, women and bitches
To witness this awful fate
He began to tremble at what he saw
In astonished tones he spake
Did we not cast three men bound
Into the midst of the fire
Well, Lo,
get it sixty-eight for sixty-nine, yeah (woah)
Well, I'm just sayin', yeah, uh (I'm just sayin')
No, I'm not trippin', boy, go live your life, yeah
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