Lyrics:
your friends know
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When
Trying to ditch reality, by getting so, high,
Only to find out, that you can never reach the sky,
Because your roots are in Soulsville, oh, yes they
hopes you never do
'Cause you belong where your heart can be
Out in the open, wild, and free
Like a sweet summer rain, passing through
I ain't never
Though you don't call anymore
I sit and wait in vain
I guess I'll rap on your door
Tap on your window pane
I want to tell you baby
The changes I've
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
When I ride by myself
I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her
Everybody calls me sir
No matter how long I stay
They never ever know
in my heart
He said I'm God all by myself
If you trust me you don't need no one else
I said Thank God for now I'm free
Thank you for giving me
the best man makes a toast to Rocky and my sister Rose,
"A life of years free of tears. Bottoms up and lots of luck!"
Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha,
scream "Free Pimp C" but not see the pimp free (here I go)
[C-Murder]
Wake up, roll call, another day gone by
Now put a 'X' on November 25 I'm still
shit unless I know that my genre respected
I deserve praise, I deserve applause
Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call
It's all work, no days
I'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark at your dog baby, and I'll hold you down
Time and time and time again
I knew that
gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day
(On the road)
Jimi Hendrix, The Who, the Led Zeppelin and Free
(The
Though you don't call anymore
I sit and wait in vain
I guess I'll rap on your door
Tap on your window pane
I want to tell you baby
The changes I've
nowhere free
If you fucking with me, getcha hooked like the Fiend
Let me in, let me in, Oogie Boogie in your dreams
See I started in my basement, I'm back
looking for affairs.
Young, free and single always for a game.
Young, free and single voices bring you fame.
What's your name now, call in a chance
aborted
When I addressed you oddly
By your given Christian name
Then I told you who was calling you
That felt downright sordid
But if I sounded sad
Young woman share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me sand
Oh sir my fire
call, he said 10-4
Tight like Lamont Rollo
Lago for El Gato
My house like a posto
Fat hoes in Chicago
First class, tomorrow row
Lingo called my
holds back your dreams
Dreams of the new world
Evolution of the species to survive, truth that screams
Call, in the darkness
For the moment,
till we die, free my nigga cap
We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way
Sit down with your chamomile tea"
But Bella would rather be on her white bicycle
Pushed by the wind, feeling free
Feeling free, feeling free, feeling
1-800-haul ass I said 1-800-haul ass
Call now and get the first 15 minutes for free motherfuckers
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I always thought even though
We were so young we could grow
Up in the end it'd be us
We'd take the F by the bus
Where Brooklyn nights set us
as I push away the groupies
Snooping in a coup and you can call uncle Snoopy
Don't worry about your circumstances
Take your chances
Still from
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