Lyrics:
any of your time
You leaving my texts unread/(on read) for hours i can count all nine
And still be addicted to you fine
I need to let you unwind
my brothers be on dumb shit
I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics
I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from
in my zone
You don't know, Where I go
I be digging in my hole
I accomplish by my own
It's my city it's my home
It's my tone, it's my soul
I'm a legend
know what I'm sayin'?
My other partner lost his son too, right before the 18th birthday
We out here bullshit, for what?
Pray for my soul
You don
know what I'm sayin'?
My other partner lost his son too, right before the 18th birthday
We out here bullshit, for what?
Pray for my soul
You don
the Savior (time to come home)
If you wanna be, you need to be (time to come home)
Gonna be
Oh, don't bare the burden all by yourself (by yourself)
imma make it
On my soul
Thats on my soul
Put it on my soul
And these niggas be faking
On my soul
Thats on my soul
Put it on my soul
Put it on my soul
alright, I'm still alright, yeah
And I don't really care 'bout nothin' except for keepin' my legacy
Hopin' I be livin' long enough to sleep with the enemy
can't)
Give my (what)
Soul out (why)
Cause it's sold out (no)
I see (I see)
What they do (yeah)
But sometimes (uh)
I don't watch (look)
Cause I still
the photographs and
I don't know why time is here
'cause I wasn't waiting for it
They say I'm gonna be slave of city lights into my brain
All the courage I had
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me act a fool (What!)
Don't make me
ain't walkin' down that old, dark road.
Oh, I've got my share of problems
Still it is well with my soul
Don't always know just how to solve them
Still it
And still ??Hurricane can be, ??
?? loose when you pumped the face
Real nigga blues and it hold your aims
You're bold or fold no in betweens
Console your
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend,
the third lane
Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man...
Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean...
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane..."
pain in me don’t really matter
I’m working on health tryna better me
I’m working by myself, still gon be Better me
I keep my heart on cold
Being
packs
I'm goin' for gold don't tell me relax
Aye, God first place like gold
I will never sell my soul
They callin' me the winter soldier it's ice in my
like certain doom
It be catchin’ me off guard
Like the shadows in my room
I been shuffling my cards
Thought I played the game by the rules
It’s still
I'm on my feet, right on a beam
Tell my mom don’t worry bout me
I been down but I still proceed
Look at me now, everything OD
I been keeping life
snuff 'em
Cas I don't like 'em neither (Yeah)
'N because a me not likin' da po-po's
I hope all da white yout them go out 'n support all my logos
I'm
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
Used to do it for the drugs
We still do it for the buzz
Do, Do it for my blood
That means I do it for us
Hope I don't do this shit just because
Do it for
.JPG/222px-Arve_Moen_Bergset_med_Oslo_Filharmonien_(cropped).JPG "Arve Moen Bergset")
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