Lyrics:
mind [Repeat: x4]
[Busta Rhymes]
Aw baby, what a feeling, what a way to feel when you're down and beat
You're all by yourself in a little corner, no
When I am feeling those feelings
I need sex to heal man
Oh you too
Good I'm not by myself
Now I can be myself because I can vibe with someone else
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta
is always tested by jerks
Around a week ago that n***a at Rosa Parks did f****n flirt
"I'll beat your a**" he said to me while wearing a shirt
By they
Yea, Ok
Keep Movin
Grind Hustle version
Remix
We are born to hustle
So maybe it's in our nature
Babies just want that bottle
As adults we want that
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
good as new
Looking at an x-ray, just his version of the truth
But the Percocet he gave away
Sweet capsules made of pure escape
They wrap me up, bring me
Six minutes, six minutes, Joey Crack you're on
Uh-um, uh-um, is my microphone on? Yes
New York, look I brought the championship home
Now, throw up
mein paise saare main keya bhenchod
Kaise ni dega tu paise do din mein shooter hain Rambo
Apna to full version hai shuru hote hi khatam tera demo
Kisi se
dating is pointless, come see me in person
Ain't nothing wrong with being old and still a virgin
Dirty version of songs are better than clean versions
I
confused to say the least
Please excuse me I'm not used to being seen by other human beings
Tell me what you see
I need a new tether to reality
Because
work
you're the best part of your sweet heart
god i feel like a jerk
my blanket and bones finally found a new home in the
backdrop of lampshaded
Well, what's this new feeling coming out of the streets
Everybody's talking â??bout it wherever they meet
Down by the corner, I keep getting
I saw the fake version of a good health
Taught me to live by anxiety
You might as well have taught me to kill myself
I’m done with the gas lighting
like a
Knucklehead fraud whose
Got the people raging at his tales like
The weeb version of Fox News
Your story is odd, I've heard it a lot
And I believe
me
No, you should only sell your soul to Jesus
He's the reason you're breathing
He will stop all your bleeding
But if you sell your soul to the devil,
defeated, can't seem to do nothing right
Temptation I'm denying while trying to keep this fight
I'll be alright, you're on your way bringing me better days
sniffing coke off of C-notes
You nothing like me tho, I'm Arnold, you’re Danny Davito
Live life, live everyday, we never live twice
Sauce boys, Lost Boyz
something new to ya
Line it up like a pool stick, that’s my cue to ya
Say you see I’m trying and that’s cute to ya, but a lot of people got a shot to ya
Talk
mean laid models
All these girls, thinkin they be kaley cuoco
New american idols
Idols ? yours prolly coke snortin on a bible
On a trick she might ride
pussy bitches, I'm Moses
And this is the New Testament
Edge Street Boyz are killers
Night nurse, cannulate, bloodstream pingas
I think I'm depressed
(Ooh that hurt!
My industrial
Nobody asked!)
Slobbering pit
Straight out the zoo (Zoo)
I'm by myself I'm chopped and screwed (screwed)
Some brand new
since my song Funk Slammin
RyanThaOldMan full demands disclosed
First I'm a need a brand new microphone
Calvin Klein cologne both mines is old
Off
don't be brought down by the system
Don't think that you can't do it 'cause you can
Like, you know, you're your own driver's engine and you're your own
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