Lyrics:
The Friction
Written and produced by Paul Crosby
Verse 1:
Watched you bleed you
Make them believe you
You're a liar, into madness
Endless hell
What Love Left Behind
(Written by Sonny LeMaire, Rob Crosby & Kenneth Mims)
(EMI Blackwood Music, Music of Evercountry, Ticket to Ride Music)
opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight
give me?
Not today. It's getting late and the forest at this time is not safe.
Ah ah. Don't worry, Sir. I will take care of Bob.
I know you will, Alan, I
or something wrong
But that's just me trying to help my country succeed and get back up on its feet
Its whatever
I'm still living my life
And everyday's a new
the light
But who really cares we just throw it in the air
Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair
Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave
Trunk full
see me stroll by
In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma
Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors
on the make (Yes, we see)
Boy she wanted to be so big.
And in the end it got to be a drag,
She's doing her exercises every day
No matter what people say,
I
'bout me
And I'll tell you why
She couldn't even hold her head up when y'all walked by
Well
Don't go hatin' on me
It's just a game
You want her, you
me, "nothing happened today."
Harry Hooper living in No. 10
Bought a toupee and glued it to his head
"It looks very natural," everybody said.
But then
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet
I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like
Snuggled in the blanket ou oo oo ooo Ho Ho Home Happy Home
Ho Ho Home Happy Home Holidays
Bing Crosby croons a rum pa pum pum pum Bubbling apple pie
nothing
But it's something, such a shame
So caught up in the fantasy
Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
But there is no romance in life
tactics in every line
Yeah, and this is how we do it!
Where my real thugs, where they at?
Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at?
Won'tcha, see my
down you feel me that's how I look at the shyt Blaze up you know what it is man Bomb Bay shout out to the motherfucking Squad my nigga in the building
long since gone
Tell me how can it be in the twenty first century
The people judge then just walk on by
And day after day he over hears somebody say
(God put a song in the heart of an angel and softly she sang it to me)
I get to thinkin' lotta times about when I was a lad
Of the old home place
than you thought
You were today
You've gotta stay optimistic
It gets harder by the second
We all know we're edging our way toward - the end
Carving
tonight
(Let's get it)
Yo, I can write rhymes in my phone and sell it on eBay
I moved up like George, ayo Weezy (hahahaha)
My punchlines hit like
in the alley
Way hey hey hey bully in the alley
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down in shinbone al
I found by self out under three oh
Wey
fifty-two gypsies
now file past the guards
in the space where the deuce
and the ace once ran wild
farewell angelina
the sky is folding
and i'll see you after
still
Twist and bang your spine (Just)
Bob your head like me, aplde
Up inside the club or in your Bentley
Get messy, loud and sick
Y'all mind pass normal
took the road so it's alright by me
Some are survivors, some are debris
If you play in a band that's the road that you take
Living in it, eating in
Got me a gypsy wagon for my travels down the road
A little gypsy wagon that I call my home
Gonna spend each night underneath the stars by the river
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