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Please learn my lessons and avoid all my tears.
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There’s a man out there with a bullet
before!
All untied, by and by!
That same old dream's trapped in my mind
I'm bound in ropes and on the firing line
Well I wake up disappointed every
As the years pass by and my hair turns grey
I still find my glasses with just a little delay
My back is aching and my fingers are cold
And the doctor
fuckin’
Up the path, for real
And got my little man’s future looking bad
It’s ill
Y’all Smack DVDs niggas ain’t real at all
‘Cause real killers keep
Their
you deal with videos
Bare home studios similar arrangements
Talking tough but you can’t even bench press
My mans a seeking clout no doubt
Man aim high
Nothing Good
Good Enough
Nothing good
Good Enough
Nothing good
Good Enough
Nothing good
Good Enough
Nothing good
It's a whole different story
With
M. Anneteg/The Heads
Two love stories
She installed a video camera over her bed in the bedroom.
No more lonely nights. In a film she once saw,
You think you're good at distracks?
You think your flow's like a river
But your flows so shit, you didnt make a fire shiver
You're better at video
Why oh why is the world so cold
They start to throw you out before you get old
And no one gives a fuck when stories are told
And no one has the balls
Ninety-Nine & Me
Spoken :
Alright now, I'd like to tell you all a story about me and my brother Billy T.
You see , now when we were just little
Bread coming in by the loaf/
Stacks you can’t fold/
Fluffy roll full of them blues/
New money and old/
I pick the players/
For the team That I’m coaching/
briefcases ignore him
Been lying here for days
Not my problem, man
Look man, this is new york
Now the rats are coming to feed
Every night they bring more
with my dealer early in the morning
Telling him about my life and my Hollywood stories like I want
I was all alone I was by myself
Now I'm in the zone
later with no job
And I am still living fine
I am singing Making my videos
Living my best life
And sure my money might be
Tight right now
But God there is
Gadsden, Alabama
My name is Wayne, I'm from Alabama
Here's the back story
I just fell off the turnip truck with Ernest Tubb
I'm 33, I've got 3 kids
to go
Seem like all my life I've
Been surrounded by lazy folks
Who just live their life no
Different from the day before
It was the same old song so
I
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
Yeah
Gather around
I've got a story to tell
I've got a story
My homies sell crack cocaine
My homies sell crack cocaine
I told them it's not okay
criticism sir
My story gots two hundred views, but the song gets like ten
Maybe the link, it didn't work, so should I post it again?
I start to question my
shots and hit blunts with my woes
Tick tock we blowing up on video
Sitting duck I've scoped up all my foes
Slipped up and showed up to slit throats
Ditch
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
of kindergarten, they didn't know that I was me
Tattooed my tears, wrote my story in my skin
Because even as a boy I always knew I'd be the man
In my dreams (in
This is a story about a man
Who doesn't anymore exist
He was a brave old man
Who worked hard for his family
He knew every house and every
Forbidden
together, a bitch I need, I ain't met her
My old bitch wanted to live in my skin, I had to motherfuckin' shed her (go)
Big F.N., I left it at home, today
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