Lyrics:
maid where on you stand.
But don't depend on Johnny
For he's a false young man.
Oh don't depend on Johnny
For he'll not meet you here.
But tarry
some carellflu
Don't underestimate the damage caused by a '22
Pop yo' ass right behind the ear within' hear
Nothin' like a firecracker, hits you like
I've played the game of love before
Too young to know
How hard the fall could be
I never thought I'd try again
Somehow you brought
The gambler
you a small taste
Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway
I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right
Such
him in that large house up above
He didn't give you that baby by a hundred thousand miles
He just think you need some sunshine and He lent it for
When I was very young
My daddy took me on his knees
Son, there some things I wanna learn you
Before you get away from me
Don't let nobody boss
pants
... on the desert (? )
But I'm alright
Standing out here in the hot sun
When I see the light
I feel like more than just a number
And I stand by you
to show
he'd been sailing over the main
down in the low land, low
"my father runs a big hotel
down by the riverside
you go there go for to stay
and i shall
never gave away
There goes the sun, oceans away
And days die young when you're gone and you're gone
There goes the sun, oceans away
And leaves the day
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
you swam
It tickled you to leave them there
It was the thought of a young child or
Of a lost fairy that reminded me of who I am
That's why I am now
Gold
You were our guiding light in the darkness and our dance in the sun
So here's to your health and happiness, stay crazy and forever young
Alright
her,
In the day I get no rest.
I cut me a young pine-cone
And I gave it to the river deep.
It sailed 'way by your window
Where you lay, so long in sleep.
Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
All awakening, all restoring you
Workings of man crying out from the fire set aflame
By his blindness
good up here
I've gotten the jinx on me
(harmonica & guitar)
A-yon' come my baby
I can tell by the way she walk
I wouldn't know her so well
But I can
tonight people
Can I rap a little? Don't be mad
Cuz I'm young and I'm black
And my hat's real low
If you don't like my lyrics
You can press fast forward
fix when we come from broken homes
We was young, black and poor being raised in Detroit
(Raised in Detroit)
You can never learn what a nigga been
I've played the game of love before
Too young to know
How hard the fall could be
I never thought I'd try again
Somehow you brought
The gambler
Oh, thinkin' about all our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
We've been
chasing the squeal
To my young homeboy, who ain't never gettn' out
Here's a record for you homie, 'cause I know you got caught
One love, East Side, that's
And you put the load right on me
I picked up my bag, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I said
of the light
And the long shadows it cast
A window grows, captures the eye
And cries out a yellow light as it passes me by
And a young, shadowy figure sits
you need love
You need love
All your days spend counting numbers
'Til one day you'll find (day you'll find)
That life has passed you by
And in
sayin' fuck you
Its Young Money, Cash Money playboy
Its about the size of it, at the roof top
So hot up here nigga, lets go!
Take yourself a picture
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