Lyrics:
gonna be
And also told me
Son, never be a hopeless man
So I took this way of
Good songs and bonfires
Learning how to breathe
Day by day
This cracked
Polished up
Was rough around the edges
906
Small town in the sticks
I'm applyin pressure
Stackin strips
Smell outside the whip
Never did get flicked
Keep it
Verse 2
22 years later
Working side by side
You’ve been lighting up this world
One smile at a time
You’re the rock that keeps me grounded
In these high
I was 22
In my childhood bedroom
On New Year’s Eve
Midnight never came
I cried myself to sleep
By 9:15
Broken hearts are so cliche
So I’ll sip my
There's a guy I know, his name is Nevin Saunders
He's only 22 but looks like he's a grandfather
Hairy back and arms a beard since 7th grade
He's one
10:22 PM 11/11/2013 Broken Heart Music Box by Joseph Farella aka Willy Friar
8 Bars intro and melody lead @ tempo = 60bpm
Walking up, a down-town
Louie
Ducking the state facility
My mother never knew me
Odd future
Surrounded by them shooters
In love wit a half black half Cuban
Boo'd up before
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
out for the haters
Tryna ice my logo have em throw it in a glacier
Niggas on my-nerves-uh (Minervas), No they not a baker
Catch em by lake Em, drown em
Came by a call
Can't just have one I gotta catch 'em all
Place mistrust in you
You can't catch everything
Scenes I can not prove
Life has so much
Watch me groove, Imma sing my blues
Ghetto in the way I talk
My auntie still give the God the glory
Shot by the book depository
Never heard one
catch the momentum oh I'm on the top
I'm all by myself I ain't fucking with yall
I been winning oh my Only Dream to ball
It's bout the business every time
on top
Your man's comin' home so we gon' keep the door locked
Been smokin' and drinkin' his liquor, now we both hot
We fuckin' like we tryna catch
need a mask man
Tell em that I did it fuck it they ain't gotta ask man
Police I can't let em catch me yeah I am a flight risk
He shot at me wit 22 he
I got a secret to give
While I was waiting in the stand by
The doctor said you'll never get that third eye
Oooh & you'll never beat the wait list
shows.
So I looked up to heaven, got down on my knees.
An' I cried, "Dear Lord, will you help me, please."
"I need a TV by tomorrow night,
"Cause
like it's a lethal weapon
This a Glock 22 lil bro not a smith and Wesson
All this pain from the streets still linger in my mind
If I could have one more
office, baby
I want to give you the job
A chance of overtime
Say, my place at nine?
She'd never stand for any lies
She's got an Out Tray full of guys
Never catch the God in the yard, sharpenin' the weapons
Got, shooters on demand, new recruits to the Clan
Sticking everything movin', more loot for
dont catch no feelings i be catching flights
Me and you dont move alike
He dont post location
So I dont care what bruh say
Never ran outta four places
understand
Why nothing would stay
As you had planned
There’s something you’re missing
It passes you by
You still catch glimpses
Behind the eyes
The dreams they
THE FALL BY DENALI23
Intro:
Am I not the one?
Are you scared to fall ?
Are you scare to fall?
Are you scared , Are you scared?
UGhhhh
Pre-Chorus:
much money, too much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue that
22
And send bullets through yo' neck
In the club screaming out, "who want it?" Fill my pocket with bodies
I got them pounds on the couch, the chopper right by
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