Lyrics:
Running from ny demons
Its a pity that I am chained
Enslaved by my chains
Definition of betrayal
I won't lie
I won't lie
This shit is just pain
Control my
Run this shit and it ain't
Nothing but a relay
And ain't nothing you can tell us
About to roll up, kush sticky like Elmer's
This ain't no how I act like
heartToo proud to
beg you to come backAs the ghost train rattles 'round
its track,Every nightI can't exorcise you or cause
you to reappearBut if you want
pride?
If you abide by the rules, then ya time flies by
You ain't look both ways but still crossed my mind
You stay like crack in my brain, like fire in my
(We got London On Da Track)
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling,
included on the track]
My name is Adrian Sanderson and riveting's me trade,
But it's intellectual discourse I'm known better for,
And I may forego English
Every time I breathe on the track, I asthma attack it
Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?
'Cause I slaved my whole life, now I'm the master
Girl, it's astounding
The way that you ground me
Just by being around me
Help me stay true
Behind every man is a woman standing
Holding his hand
(New bands)
Just like im lance it be looking like sand
Telling you im a prodigy til you understand
Ima be dreaming so long I feel Like im in dream Land
rules
I do it my way
Ain't no policies
Young white boy
Black boy
Yo I'm both
Every since I was child
They could tell I was a prodigy
I been stacking
Like
up, straight up)
I did all your favors and live in poverty
I hustle all day n look where it got me
I keep helping fake friends for what
Twisting me
bitch
She lickin it quick
But then gotta split
I'm deep in the game
Breathin out flame
Streets know my name
Not in it for Fame
I'm back on the track with
it ain't nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying
class
So, she sits all day by the looking glass, oh
It doesn't talk, it doesn't last
But it's not what I've heard you know
A picture speaks a thousand
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo' brain
'Cause
sitting and watching me while I do my dance
Trust me this ain't nothing new to gang
Make it by the load, don't have a clue how much juice I drank
Grab
talented
Come off tour give her 20 thou for nothing
Cause it's nothing to me
I'm something to see
Sunk in the sea, Duncans on feet
Shit's are shiny take
this out like a marmalade
Blowing it up like a hand grenade
I might go off on the track I can't go back
Once I start spitting It's hard to attack
Hard
you next week with a brand new show
When we fuck around it ain't nothing consensual
You know I funk so hard, you gonna need your parent's credentials
San Diego to Sacramento
They'll tell you yes, wherever you go
And I bet my life won't one say no
Ain't nothing like a Too $hort fan
I ain't
of losin it
He was sideswiped by the clue bus when it came to talking two of us
And the while thing ended ugly I guess
You can put your cards out
nervous
Models rub me like some jergins
And I came from the dirt bitch
Hallow points send you to the nurses
Dropping bombs on them like it's Baghdad
She
On time, I'm not overly tryin'
But on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
It's been too long, but I been stokin' the fires
Still comin' with heat
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