Lyrics:
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
Yo, huh, what, yo huh, what, yo, yo, yo, huh, what, yo, huh, what
I'm in a state of yo
So if I go to the spliff that I passed
Mix it back with
or gentile
When you enterin' the realm, you find me at the helm
Still standin' like abandoned buildings
In the southern part of BX, can old school it like
the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time
It's so
to fix it but it just gets worse
Oh oh oh
Step by step (step by step) oh, oh oh oh
Can't take back what I said oh, oh oh oh
Step by step (step by step)
You're next to me, oh i swear it's true
Can't no one tell it's you and me
Just driving slow
The windows low, so we can feel the breeze
Baby
When I
the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough
Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
hard
wondering what I did wrong
Say something to make me feel whole again
I can’t go back and fix it all by myself
Don’t you understand
I would give
and went back
Is that where they get you, the picture?
An image you can’t shake and sister
I ain’t ever been a god-fearing christian
Got no need for your
[Chorus: Rah Digga]
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the s*** up in your stereo
I'ma try
Can't relax
So set back
On attack
You know I never lack (Yeah, Yeah)
It's all I hear
In my ears
By the pier
That's all I fear
Sound like Deko
[Chorus]
Flipmode the imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in
Carson girls, I want to take one by the hand
Rrraahhh!
Scrunch back now!
So if you're thinkin' about moving west, forget about West LA
Forget about
night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy
Back when the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from
my faith has shown
I can't dream with eyes closed
I swore I'd see these days again
But this time I'm not coming back
You cant fix what's broken
Who
bitches.
Actin' like little fags like Richard.
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You gotta problem I can fix it like a mathematician.
I ammunition, call
you got a buzz
Can't look in you the eye and tell you because
I can't go back to the way it was
You can't change what you don't know
Or fix the cracks
says it's too late
And you'll be long gone
Let's bring us back again
Spread desire
To fix what´s been said
By you and me
Forgive ourselves
Let's make
you
You can't fix the things inside you
All of this back and forth
Can't do it no more
Can't take it no more
Always singing bout the ways things should
born in 06 (06)
Gonna need a fix (a fix)
You only got cake when all I am is bricked (bricked up)
Run that one back (run it back)
I'll have to call Keelan
the lovely Cuban salesgirl who
Brushed up against him in the
Sales aisle? Could it be the hot balmy
Afternoon that made his clothes heavy
And the back of his
don't know how they're still calling
Just come back to bed, I'll fix all this shit in the morning
It's nothing I can't handle, don't wanna waste these
bitty on your back with no problem?
One-bed apartment, it's just me and this chopper
Cut nothin' like us 'cause you boys was adopted
Tryin' too hard,
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