Lyrics:
we in time going by
The simple story of a younger life
Happy dreams and somehow through the day
We havenÂ't come so far to lose our way
Look
Young Padawan, laughing all the way out of Brook Lane
You're afraid, and you're a bum, and I heard you had a problem
I got two things in my trunk,
the bench
She had faith when they didn't
She said my talent was immense
New album just dropped
I'm doing well
I wish the best for you aswell
It's 2pm am bout
got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it
You shouldn't be shouting out them bodies you buried
now I'm serving out my sentence
I say, what hype
I'm above hype
And my drugs nice
They the numb type
Tupac in this bitch, that thug life
Two white
Out of sight, out of mind,
Out of time, to decided.
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest, of my life.
X2
Verse 1:
Dear Anne
My number 1
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
(Mmm)
The more we live the more we learn
Carry my biro I fly my biro like I'm Peter pen
Life thought me many things all I ever need to learn
time
ping pong nunchako (Nunchaku)
Nadzieja na to by znów hip hop miał jakość Mam taką
Wyjebane czy Czujesz mą jazdę dla Ciebie Mówię o niczym
A dla Mnie
a wilderness
Cause heaven for whites is hell for blacks in america
Heaven and hell are two conditions of Life
Not a place up there or a place down there
It's
the horse outta the stable
Was once part of a dynasty, well, least I was tryin' to be
Think it was the time in my life when I was findin' me
Sittin' in
To that fine fine music
You know her life
Was saved by rock 'n' roll
Despite all the amputations
You know you could just go out
And dance to a rock
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Hey, it's the same once again
Microphones fully loaded and friends
Funny I try to make this end
But it seems I'm returnin'
Gotta be a savage and get my grits.
Ready for funk nigga, who want drama?
Collecting mail just like 2Pac momma.
Cress sider, romp rider, might of robed
Throw your hands in the air
And wave them motherfuckers
Like you just don't care
(Hands up) Put your hands in the sky
2-11 nigga, your money or your life
it
All you gotta do is let Him spill it all around
Spring water
You just can't keep it in the ground
Verse II
Pour your life out
go ahead and give it
gave your girl a ex tab
The best sex she ever had
[Chorus: x2]
I gotta be a player for life, I gotta be a player for life
[Too Short]
It'd be
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it
We die, we all take shits in it
[Kool Keith]
There's a million albums out there with that opera
Grinding all my life can't be a cat Who never do nothing
It's funny thought I'd have some kids By now
Bucket list do not exist from shit I Did by now
And I
a fuck if not my album out
Dat bitch, that'll hustle too
Pull out the baby 380 ask, "Who the fuck are you?"
Dat bitch, that'll go out like, 'Army men'
Dat
time spent towards me
& in turn, towards you, the listener, ya know?
This album is a reflection that you can do whatever you put your mind to
Follow
"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"
Tomb is open slap
of mystery in me
Now my life is magnified, I've never lied under the widest lens
And never again will I be a means to ends
[Verse 2]
Ends to a means, I don't
the drivers roll
Watch the drivers roll watch the drivers roll
Put your head out the window, watch the drivers
Roll
Ben Dewberry said before he died
Two
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