Lyrics:
thinking all this is worth my while
With my head in the clouds screaming loud
[Chorus x2]
I got a love Jones, for your body and your skin tone
Five
Oh God of the armies of Heaven
Blessed are those who trust in you, trust in you.
First Verse:
True is to it
But I did not do it by myself, ya
Too Good To Be True by Joe Retta
I should have known by the color of her hair,
That she was crazy. That was the first clue
But she was beautiful
show no mercy
Tell ‘em then I’m gone
I practice on my way to work
The second that I see my boss
I’m off it walked right by
His office said "Good morning"
right by your side
And if you don't then I'll be leaving
Right now
How am I supposed to know to know what's going through your mind
Girl you know I
when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it
Go all out, push it to the limit
[Chorus: x2]
Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge
that came back and then sang "I Miss You"
[Chorus] x2
You never was a killa; you never bust a gun
You never held the spot down; was never on the run
You
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
a slap
I grip my Jack's and I leave in peace
As I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teeth
Minding my own business, rolling down the street
Originoo Gunn Clap you
And it's no doubt I keep your whole crew under pressure
Heltah Skeltah stalkin' smooth ayo my sides by the stretcher
Ready to get
found his older brother drowned
In a well down below the pasture
Blow the horns in Zion
And warned them of the lion to come
[Chorus x2]
At any cost
So it goes history shows deserts must expand
Camels sail like wooden ships like women down The Strand
There's sand on Second Avenue and the wind
the trend
From evening to AM my friend
I wish I could stop, I'm just so damn dependant
Haven't been home for a minute and I'm wiped out
Getting older by
to see out the day by what reality dictates
As if I haven’t got enough on my plate
And as I settle down to eat at this self-pity buffet
The look you
and Glynn hood
I text her 'round 10 just to see if she's been good
The last time we kicked it was nothing how I predicted
I sat down with my ticket
a fan of me
Looking at me crazy was pure insanity
Ten hours go by not panicking
I just sat there still like a mannequin
I was laughing they kept
then I had nothing to say
My crew been tight since we was up in the bay
Been down for a while, now watch us
As we take it, up and away
Something to play
to give
My situation's getting major by the second
That fool that shot his whole school up
Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
And ain't no body even thinkin' bout
not down (well) then don't lie
But if you are then give praise to the most high (uh)
[Chorus: x4]
King Jesus Christ. Who's world is this? All
Trying to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor
Going down by the second round, all hail the underground
How that sound? Xzibit backing down from
Going up first floor (Ayy)
This P4K, you can call me another day
A hundred somethin' rounds we dumpin'
Left his body by the lake
You tried to save him,
ten pound
Take nickel plate, who hold the weight now
Leave you hear, bouncin the whip, I'm sippin' Cristal
All thunked out, bent in the streets wit
This ain't a twinkle twinkle little star
But this may be the fattest track by far
And still the competition is, eager to listen
I keep shooting,
please don't touch
First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
Real name rover
I said bend over
I started
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