Lyrics:
When I went home to wife
What happened to the love of my life?
Hurry up and look in the mirror
Something strange happened to your face
You gave me
break my bones,
But I create myself with nothing by my own,
By my own
Buried in pieces trying to find my home.
With pieces inside,
I Struggle
Since Sam Rosen packed up for New York
My baseball mitt collects dust on the floor of my car.
And I sort of secretly hope he's not there to stay...
the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch
Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just
rewind
And take us back in time
To the days when things were easy
See you when I’m dreamin
Waitin by the door for me
Like I’m comin home to ya
Yea I’m
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
get beat, on 123rd street
Done by the system that ain't really sayin nothin new
Your kids flippin, so now what you gonna do?
Go home, hell no, she
Brand new chapters
Do amass new billions
Barf krill on masses and rose-gold pavilions
Rare form of integrity
Oughta draw gazillions
All in they
brand new
But still feel old
So in tune
But still want more
Walk right by
We lock eyes
Broke my bones
Lost my soul
to greener grass later
Niggas tried to walk in my shoes they got cold feet
Niggas couldn’t fill my pants like I’m obese
Tryna ball like I’m wearing Kobe’s
I’m
and starve there family's stomach's
Paper come in my thumbage, brand new fifties and hundreds
On point, just like the drum is
I'm warnin' them baby mothers
Condemned by self affliction
In this labyrinth of my own making
Shards of my past splinter and shear
Each minute an hour, every day a year
Here in the dark I
to help you but I got put in your place, nothing new
Sick at home
Sick in mind
Broken health
Where has my mind gone?
Hanging on a noose
Family heard about
life
Maybe candy out the store or a bag of chips
Imagine this, years go by, I got a little older
My best friends in group homes, I got a little
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
receive pure shit
The hottest DJ's in New York spin it from the wheelchairs
with cancer, my voodoo ready to roll
Ask Harlem Hospital, you can't cure
Thousand foot, got my back to protection,
Strong in every never-been-down road,
We never been off of it, can't get enough of it,
I'm out-spoken, in case ya
hollow
I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
My nigga young Lay
Hold it down
It's goin' down
Like Holyfield and Tyson
This is for them bitc ass hatas
I'm
tucked in my sock
Hoodie low. Brass knuckles in My pocket
Music high
Xanax with my liquor to get by
What I got in my school bag
Pills and a book of rhymes
ain't a killer, you a cartoon (you a cartoon)
Caught a new body in my old school (old school)
I saw you at your homie grave, well, tell that nigga
me
Show love let folk know you thinking of me governor in my hand bet they betting on me
Ryland street orange grove roger williams happy hill
my fears are fading fast
I lose myself in time's grand complexity
I'm just wasting time it doesn't matter much to me
At the end of a brand new day
A trace of wood smoke on my clothes
Still keeps me in your arms
Daddy had a ring
He dropped it in the ocean
He cried and didn't speak for days
I've never
going on
Drifting off in space
Yea it's just me
I'm by my lone
Yea it's just me
I'm by my lone
Trippy shit and holographics
Entering to cybotron
I just
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