Lyrics:
me, doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me."
She said, "I know how it feels son,
Cause it runs in the family."
Can you
me, doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said, "I'm crazy ma, help me."
She said, "I know how it feels son,
Cause it runs in the family."
Can you
and blue
Or troubled by some foolish game
She always seems to make me change my mind
And I feel fine anytime she's around me now
She's around me now
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun,
The torch I carry is handsome
It's worth its heartache in ransom
And when that twilight steals
I know how the lady in the harbor feels
When I want
where it ends
I've been trying to find ways
To tell you how I feel, yeah
But I can't tell you goodbye
'Cause I know it'll hurt if I let go
chill
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, let the beat chill
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Hipster by heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel
Demons posted all around
Come in the morning?
Baby...tell me...how you feel?
Shelves of books in your mirror reflected,
The sidewalks and alleys that you've seen,
Show colours
love you nigga
She just used to you nigga, oh boy
I can't tell but I need to know just how you feel
I can't hold it inside I've got my pride so tell me
wake up in World War III (World War III)
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
It's okay if you're coming with me
'Cause
Beyoncé sing it now, girl
Baby boy, you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies (come on, girl, tell me how you feel)
I think about you all the time
I
girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door
And I'll be
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
somethin'.
See ya' a** in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
good, you'd better be good
Baby tell me how you do that
I'm ready for your love
So baby don't stop, get it, get it
Show off, with you I blow my
Mister Robin
And Mrs Moonlight put in a word for me!
Tell her how I feel, it shouldn't end this way
Since you all are her friends, she'll listen
somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
somethin'.
See ya' ass in public
It's a whole 'nother subject.
(Man they just) talking bout it
They just talking bout it
And I'm on the streets with it
and changed some things around
I hear you say you feel the same way
Put me in your planner for the whole day
Tell me how does that sound
Gotta do somethin'
the last time I remembered a birthday?
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? Uh
Tell me you want them tickets when it's gametime
Even to call your
came today,
It rained away, you be wonderin how to take the pain away.
(chorus-sons of funk)
Tell me what we gonna do? the world ain't the same man,
(Jesus)
It's like the last days of Sodom and Gomorrah outside (Lord)
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Donnie, Ye, what up n-?
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yay
Ay, ay yeah yeah
Ay
I'd keep a secret, but I'm honest
If I ever go and leak it, maybe I'd just go atomic over me
and thing)
She makes me feel ten feet tall
If I'm worth anything she's got it all
Weeks into months
Months into years
I got to tell you how sweet it is
on me to lose hope, you got to kill me first
I talked to my nigga Big Meedge, had to tell him the
Streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets
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