Lyrics:
thing
"Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
Know that we'll always be forever
Moment in time, moment in time"
Safaree safaree
Do you have any regrets?
of secrecy
Synchronizing with stories about frat boys growing up rapists
All this as the national justice system wraps up cases
In pretty colored
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
a hurry, just in the nick of time
Cause I do four things: rhyme, produce, teach, and bring to you new styles
Well here's the first style, right out
can't find your heart
You need a warrant to search
Get off your knees
Boy this ain't church
You can pray if you wanna pray
Say what you wanna say
Did you
Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga
This that dope dick
She addicted to that dope dick
I got her hooked, got her locked,
write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers
the by-pass you might just see me scratching all these things inking it out, deliver us from temptation and doubt there's an abandoned trolly called safe
to the spot
Where Judas Priest did stand
"What kind of house is this," he said
Where I have come to roam?
"It's not a house," said Judas Priest
It's not
cause love dont have the things I want
But maybe one day all this shit gone work out
And that car gone drive us over to our own House
In that little quiet
when she see my city burn
Thank God for teaching me how to learn
Have empathy even when it burns
But I hate that she got me in this box
Expectin' me
sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club out
Kill this sip then go wild the fuck out
Up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
Now you know, you know about this here
Yeah
You know I was sittin' home one evening,
Well I didn't have a thing to do
Yeah, that's
the robot shouldn't be tamper-
Taken out of the wrapper, yeah, I know, but
I'd like to make sure I'm acquainted with the entire crew
You sure about this
wouldn't have to go, eenee-meenee-meini-mo
Catch a homo by his toe, man, I don't know no more
Am I the only fuckin' one who's normal any more?
Dad
have lost my way
But I'm gon' find my way out this escape room
Ain't no way that I could stay locked inside
I try, I try, I try, I try
Any time a door
it's a righteous train?
Woah oh oh, oh oh oh (This train)
Hear me now
Woah oh oh oh, oh oh oh (This train)
Toast by Nicodemus
Musical disc call "Jah
things right
Ignite the mic, get hype and all that
Suckers try to menace but they always fall
Flat to the ground as I astound come around
I`ll put you
step into a room, ka-boom
Here comes the heavyweight masher, in any shape form or fashion
Rip the roof off the mother, kick the frame out this fucker
that we didn't have to live like that
Just the image on the TV as we're comfortably sat
Sipping wine, room lit by the summer sunshine
Not a worry in
Ahh
You know that everything they tell you, boy, is just hearsay
You gotta be careful when the rumor's out
True enough, now you know if I were
Sun shinin', breeze and shit
Take it all in, 'cause one day it could all-
Precious Lord, please take my hand
Yeah, yeah, how does it get any better
Now if I should walk away
From this freedom I now possess
Honey, you must do the same
Without having any regrets, no
And you must offer me more
Than
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