Lyrics:
sunlight
Like Billie the Kid in his last gun fight
His days became weeks, weeks became months
Carved the calendar on the wall with his fronts
His food
[Chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like what's
drive under that bridge, baby
Five months went by, I jump inside your car
And I no longer have to wonder where you are
We spend the day cleaning up what
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
Two weeks in and I’m burning smoke
Grinding gears and feeling broke
One month, can’t take no more
Whole things rattles when I slam the door
Gotta find
trouble
You got to turn me down
We had days, we had weeks, we had months
We had lifetimes
In a way, we had peace, more than once
In a while
Oh, I
twelve hours pass, then we're halfway
To twenty-four hours, which makes a day
And a week is complete in seven days
But the length of a month is harder
And days (and weeks) and months (go by)
And years (and decades) and we still so fly
(While the others are just fly by night)
And not tight (we keep
Need a Louis Vuitton bitch
Relocate on the island
Two Jolly Ranchers in my soda
Even though that I'm styling
I call this shit perfect timing, got
hate sauerkraut
That's all I'm really tryin' to say
And, by the way, if one day you happen to wake up
And find yourself in an existential quandary
lookin' for some brain to boost my IQ
I'm like 5'2, My SAT scores was high too
But I don't wanna brag, I Louis Vuitton bagged him
Hopped out the Jag',
baby on baby
But five years ago, niggas say he was Jon
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton
While he drive
on fire
Just us two
Haven't got much to talk about
It's only been two weeks time
Maybe you all were right and everything's in my mind
Imma spend another day
was immediately referred back to Payam Brown, where he embarked on a course of 9 months chemotherapy
a 10 hour surgery to remove the tumours and 6 weeks
Throw yo hood up if you representin (Northside, Westside, Southside, Eastside)
All my fly day numbered, hustlas baby
Throw yo hood up if you
hey
A nigga still sold a quarter everyday
I sat around for six months black
Waitin' for the day to make a comeback
And now I'm ready for combat
the streets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin',
ain't safe to say what I made this week
Day-to day with no chain on me
Don't watch my neck, let the day day speak
80K to do stage at least
Man make
uniform. Ninety five theses. Ninety four pages. Ninety three million miles away. Ninety two Johnson solids. Ninety one space wings. Ninety stable isotopes.
(ah)
Niggas don't dodge, don't miss (ah)
But shorty goin' down on this (woo)
Riverside, right a mess (ah)
.380 by the leg (ah)
Got me feelin' like
It's been three months, two days and one hour
Since I said goodbye, my face a tearful shower
I miss you, more and more each day
Oh, I think about you
Thursday, June 28, 2:02 A.M
â??I just called you, you said that you were on your way
but there's just one problem... I'm all the
way to fucking
the L.A. Raiders
[Chorus:]
A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners
Moonlit nights with Marvin Gaye, Dramatics, and The Spinners
Top
gonna stop stop?
Another day in black and white
One, two, three, four, five
Another week goes by
I'm half alive
I'm getting sick
I'm faking this
I'm over
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