Lyrics:
the same sad end
Don't want to die like Caesar all surrounded by his friends
And I have been running on empty
And all I do's been done before
The taste
can tell it when I'm lookin' at the way you walk
Thick lips, ready for suckin'
And a nigga wanna fuck you when I listen to the way you talk
I'm a do
Tape decks - old cassette tapes of my moms
Nah, Shannan wasn't in it; Shirley knew me all along
I ain't never seeing her again; I'm too far gone
Yeah yeah!
Don't look now, but here come the eightees!
I was so cool back in sixty-five
I had it made 'cause I understood what to do to survive
the cabaret to the highway of hell
Had a monkey on his back it was easy to tell
That night, tell me that's right
The band was singin' and playin' a tune
mulla from over the sea
Ah been on my medicine
Mix with gin and cool aye
Should ah listened to papa for medicine
But i'm fvcking with music for hell if it
Talking to the mirror again, but it's not listening
Cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet, but it won't give in
Drinking spirits in the hopes that I
Talking to the mirror again, but it's not listening
Cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet, but it won't give in
Drinking spirits in the hopes that I
expelled, the light deceased
Prophet assume to save from sin
To hell with you - Suffer Again
I do not fear you christ, listen to me
Whenever you're
gotta check the temperature
Of the room, just as soon as
I walk in, it's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'Cause if I do that,
Forgiven, now I'm living like a man full of Jesus
It was hell until I fell upon my knees and prayed
But now the yoke that I was totin' has been taken away
steal fo a nigga ; stay by my side even kill fo a nigga
If you fuck wit a nigga for real ; it ain't nothin to keepin it trill
[verse 2]
She jus ; wantd
I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in
the hell's the matter with?
I wouldn't wish it
What the hell's the matter with?
Closing in on the heat
The nearness of total and utter self-defeat
Maybe by
made me do it again
This Rasheeda, I'm ridin' niggas through the dirty
From Old McDee to Cambleton flippin' birdies
Bendin' and swervin', I got this
the television's red
One by one, they collect the dead
Hell is a war, hell, what is it for?
They'll slay the innocent and every mothers son
To get the ethnic
I'm talking to the mirror again but it's not listening
I'm cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won't give in
I'm drinking spirits in
easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggas in
paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again but I'm still tryin' to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail
a heaven, cause I've already done my time in hell
And a little babies bawl, when it all comes down
Hear the angels sing
Little by little, day by day
of Coney Island
Raising hell all over town
Sorry 'bout it
My old man is a thief, and
I'm gonna stay and pray with him 'til the end
But I trust in
and sleepless nights
(Oooooh!)
But now, he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
(Oooooh!)
It's easy
the fire
Let em have it
Popping the trunk
Me and my guys do whatever we want
If he want smoke then he finna get popped
Word to my ma we don't care bout a opp
again
We do it all again
So bring your friends and tell a friend to bring another friend (we had last night)
We do it all again
We do it all again
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