Lyrics:
We don't want to do anything to scare your children
That's the last thing we wanna do
We don't wanna scare anybody
Wait I'm innocent
Don't shoot
We
fading to black
Feel tense, times taking you back
Don't wanna get subbed but you aching in fact
Your back's breaking and leg's shaking
The pace that you
Certified by GIA
Tell you what I want you to know
Here everybody stick to the code
Those tempted by silver never hold gold
I ran it up so you'd know
faithful
Even when I didn't deserve it
Guided by the light of your love
Gave me purpose
Watch me rock my fringes
And cling to your word
Watch it change my
it's da bomb
it's da bomb
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
it's da bomb
I know you hear me comin here I come
So you besta watch ya back
it's
Imagine the way you’d breathe
Pretty deep
Deep to the darkest parts of your deep
Kinda deep
Yeah
Somebody pray for me
Chai
She got a hold on me
And such is life, she often said
With one day leading to the next
You get a little closer to your death
Which was fine with her, she never got upset
gon
Fill all my verses with hope so the prodigal make it back home
I wish i knew all the treasures of mercy and hope that i’d find in the presence
these walls could sing
Immature youth, sling down those signs
Gather the masses, friends of mine
I've got your back if you've got my hand
This isn't
And i can't sleep
I need Bad company
I like you better by my side
In my bed
On my dick
Out my Head
I don't sleep
On my own
Hit your phone
you calling
you crying
but i don't know what to say
we tried but
we got nowhere
and it ain't gonna change
you know i never meant to break your heart
the drank
I can't hide the pain
Heartbreak hall of fame
Heartbreak hall of fame
I cope with it just by smoking dank
No I can't offer up my soul to take
I got
d!£k and her uber came
then she came back, lssa boomerang
Shorty layback watch me do ma thang
not just a booty call, you ma friend
forgot your name,
we been getting it?
How
I got a crib in Manhattan
I run the island, Richard Branson
I be in and out the city like a New York draft pick
They cut
just my teeth
Wanted to be your submissive spouse
I'd have to talk ice out of the devils mouth
I could imagine a photo behind the screen
Could never
that if I left the group, then I'd be ruined
Keep on doin what you're doin
That's what my conscience said, use your head, and you'll win
Cause them
Oh ohh woah
Yeah
When you get in your feelings.
I just rather us be Friends.
Can't believe this shit done
Happened all over again
I'd rather walk
and you
By the door
Rushing in from the rain
At the back of the garden
Do you see that too?
Forever ain't forever if we're not together
I don't
the night keep the lights on
I want you to lay down, stay down
Ain't got time to play now
Grab me by my waist now
Wanna say your name loud
And turn
of all our grudges
But in our flaws and tenderness
How funny that we judge our mess
As if we'd want a world without these edges
So baby
Will you hold me
You'd better lock your doors and call the law
Because Mackie's back in town
The world is yours if you follow the rules and play by it
All you got is your balls and words, you gotta stay by it
The streets of rap is still do or die
When I'm mad (when I'm mad)
Still thinkin' back to what we had (what we had)
Now I'm in, I'm at the crib lookin' sad
Life's good when you got your own
Steady Blowin up your phone
Guesse you wanna be alone
Cause you aint call back
(Aint call back)
Know we said somethings
Know we did somethings
And I
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