Lyrics:
Master cause I knew he was scratching
(What up?) Jay to the telly music, loud as hell
He said, "Hold up Run," "it's the bell!"
Jay to the door as he
a friend, he had a trouble in his head
And all he could say`s that he knew that the bottle
Drank the woman from his bed, from his bed
He said "I`m not
the sugar.
They are powerless to console.
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl.
Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he
in her eyes
For they came unashamed, there was no name
And she knew that her darlin' had died
That night as she knelt down by her bedside
She
breath
The last words that he said
We never walked on the moon
Elvis ain't dead
You ain't going crazy
It's all in your head
Let me tell ya
It's
a rhyme
All I seen was 13 ghosts every
Time I wrote a crazy line
All these 12 bars in my verses
That's what Notorious and Pac arrived
God dammit I spit just
A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
been touch by the hand of a ghost.
Don't need to be afraid of my ghost
You know that we had much worse god
So let me tell the truth of my ghost
He'll
strength and endurance
So I count my blessings
And give thanks to the master
That through all the disaster
We're still here together after
Better
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
And she knew that her darling had died
That night as she knelt by her bedside she prayed Lord above hear my plea
And protect all the sons that are
A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
talking ‘bout bands
I just hope that my son's in the Mumford's
Hope he don't lose his way
The apple don't fall too far
The designer's the future in every
I knew we'd get along right before you knew I existed
There's a type of clarity, an aesthetic that I'd like to meet
So I don't regret what comes next
ever)
(Dodged the bullet, from your gun)
Here we are
No matter how far I run there's the
Ghost of you
I envy anyone that's never
Met the devils son or had
me bring why'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it
win
Her kids would stay the night with the neighbors
Mama wouldn't be home until later
We heard she was turning tricks for paper
That was just
of what we recall
Digital ghosts of times we knew
Echoes of a life we grew
In the stillness, they return
Flickers of a past that burns
Through the pixels,
of first dates?
Are you after some thrill? (Are ya? Are ya?)
We went out on a Sunday
But by Wednesday
I knew it wasn't real
So when you hear this song
Don't
black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothafucka' to jail
A young
black Americans are locked up
And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that
The money we spend on sending a mothaf***a' to jail
A young
Killah]
Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh
Every time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's
Wishing every day you were here with me
But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
Not a day goes by that I don't miss you,
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