Lyrics:
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
it it's inevitable
Wrong time wrong place caught the wrong case
They had me sitting in the
F getting the O face thinking hard
Wait hold on
I'm drunk again
Summer days go by partying
And every time we tried it got worse
Never knew someone could feel me
It's bad news for all my
digge digge ding ding
Hey di hey di hoh
Digge ding ding ding digge digge ding ding
Hey di hey di hoh
There's a place I know where we should go (hey
the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world
We make the club jump every time we walk in this bitch
Yea, we shining. You can tell my niggas is rich
Rozay and Patron at my throne, women at my
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
Tip
Your tongue went in her mouth
In that Poetic Justice movie
From what I can account
You know what we be ‘bout… any time, huh?
Any place, baby?
Now,
in a lost summer
Won't be here tonight, got another place to go
I'm runnin' out of time, it's been this way for too long
I'm gonna go back to that
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by
but it's street gossip
It's nothin', ain't 'bout no cash and hung up the phone
He can tell by the sound of his tone
Next time he see him, it might
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
needs a break,
Climb a mountain or jump in a lake.
Some head off to exotic places,
Others go to the Galway Races.
Mattie goes to the South of France,
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
ding digge digge ding ding
Hey di, hey di, hoh
Digge ding ding ding digge digge ding ding
Hey di, hey di, hoh
There's a place I know where we
Wait, hold on, I'm drunk again
Summer days go by partying
And every time we tried, it got worse
Never knew someone could feel me
It's bad news for all my
I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I have tried concealing
When he left he promised me that he'd be back by the time it was
The time ticks on the memories die
The greatest summer the sun in your eyes
The end of the day is not far away
As the sun goes down colors fade
subtle thing screams your name.
It reminds me of places of times we shared.
Couldn't live locked in these memories.
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again.
to come
And he said, ""It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one""
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm
a moment of silence I'm needing
So let's not talk about murder while I'm eating
You get all hot and bothered
At the strangest times and places
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
and color, scents that fill the air,
Summer in the city, a time beyond compare.
Pre-Chorus:
In the rhythm of the streets, I find my place,
A symphony
needed to know?
What if you never been places you needed to go?
What if you get there, and learned them as you go?
"What if" is the question, can I ask
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