Lyrics:
tie two worlds collide body right beside
Held that 9 to ya mind a hostel homicide
Fly spirit hold up don't leave without these lyrics
The dearest to me
wouldn't look up in my iris
Tryna see my money doubling I ain't Irish
Flying to the hotel am I an ibis
I write bars while these bruddas bite bars
Its either
supposed Non worth
As long as you brought a Number 2 pencil
Do the math it’s pretty simple
We got folks ready to die over the cities symbols
But what about
THOSE WERE THE DAYS
(M.Olofsson/J.Svensson/C.Björck/K.Larsen)
An endless summer
Two hearts on fire
Long days down by the beach
I'm going through
stop at a tree, a tall creaky pine
With two-by-fours nailed to the limbs
I climb up and sit down, then wave to my father
Who's promised to return again
swelling and turning tides against me
I guess it's only a certain kind of problem
I've been struggling with and discouraged by
So let's see: take me at my
Time has no take on me
I am calm, I am free
When I’m by the sea
Crime was to not be here
And now you see
When I am by the sea
Come Babe, let’s go
V1
Got your photo by my tear stained pillow
Reminding me of good times
I keep the letter you wrote and posted
Running over my mind
Pre
Miss this
stand
Tryna scheme as if we ever dated
I’m agitated,
Y’all don’t see the truth
And still wish to be
Advocated for, so leave us alone
And swim off shore
a word
When no one’s by your side
Everything seems to be so wrong
But we can never hide
The pain from our income
That’s why I started to write
to change me.
You love me cause I'm so crazy.
You'll see it'll be you and me always, always.
I told her, "Look,
I know a lot of folks around town
the trap, like T.I. or Jeezy
Claim to be a O.G., like Snoop Dogg or Eazy
Knowing you went to Cali, won't say no names
Had a pretty red fitted hat, he
A punani gate, I'm a potential felon
Izm is smellin, like I ain't even tellin
Channel one two, I'm smashin the law
Channel three, I make a run
LOW-TO SEE RIGHT THROUGH
HOW LONG-THE HOLE I KNEW
HOW LOW-THE CLEAR EYED STAIN
HOW LONG-TO SET AFLAME
HOW LOW-TO BE SET UP
HOW LONG-AND TAKEN OUT
made men
Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in
It be your girl in the parlor, talking like shit rich
And next to her, gettin' her nails
My mind is only on the mission
To make it
The rest in the back
Just Keep waitin
Be patient
Yeah you tell em right kilo
Tell em how it is
It's
If you see me walking down the street
Staring at the sky and dragging my two feet
You just pass me by
It still makes me cry but you can make me whole
a scores in the T
I needed wake up calls my nigga brought em to me
This was 2 days in some shit you wouldn't believe
Debris hooked me up with Luca, T n
for the sign
For you I'd vacuum my act, see in the back of my mind
I'm scared to lose on the chance, and feels so vacant inside
I couldn't fake if I
Yeah,
Yeah,
Whats he gonna say?
You wanna be like me son get a change of plan,
I don't hardly see my dawgs, get a hand, pick ma fam
Confused,
your sore body
See the sweat pour from each pore of your poor body
Someone wise once wrote
"our world's divided into two types of folk
Now there's
Are you guys letting me go now?
Yeah yeah, I'm afraid not, ya fuckin' dog of a cunt! Let's go, dickhead!
Officer, you said I was only gonna be here
he said,
"Don't worry, son, I'm here,
If Charlie wants to tangle now he'll have two to dodge."
I said, "Well thanks a lot."
I told him my name
around
I don't cry at funerals I cry during movies
There is something wrong with me I'm deeply wounded
This is do or die try it with a ruined mind
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