Lyrics:
empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple
well
But you don't know me
No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
Longs to hold you tight
Oh I am
well
But you don't know me
No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night
And longs to kiss your lips
Longs to hold you tight
Oh I am
Who the fuck is this? Pagin' me at 5:46
In the mornin', crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawnin', wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this pagin' me
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka
You dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who could have
take a little ride down through history.
Turn through some pages and you might see,
Who it is that you were born to be.
Verse Two
He knew there had
there's never been a man
Who shook this camp
But I knew a man who tried
The newspapers called it a jailbreak plan
But I know it was suicide
I know it was
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
quiet, isn't it?
Look at the world we live in, defined by comment sections
Surround yourself with people that challenge how you think
Not people that
Oh, my, but you have a pretty face
You favor a girl that I knew
I imagine that she's still in Tennessee
And by God, I should be there, too
I've
Oh, my, but you have a pretty face
You favor a girl that I knew
I imagine that she's still in Tennessee
And by God, I should be there, too
I've
Yo, Akala, listen who's the Gangsta?
We claim gangsta
Hip hop tells us we're gangsta
But do we make the straps and the scales?
Or just pack the jails
many friends by my side, and those who are gone are still with me
It isn't a matter of pride, to kill the dark lord has been written in prophecy
It's
of people who loved me
But if shit real, they wouldn't have even left
Look in my eyes, you seen in me I needed help
I'm trynna figure out my way around by
Your nigga be broke lame a shame damn I knew he was capping now,
Ain’t got no bread uh ugh crumbs niggas be dumb no capping now,
For by the fool but I’m
memories
But I let you leave
I didn’t stand by the door
So much for the great catch
Baby cuz you won’t catch me
Is that you, who knew that you were made
the realest
I keep it quiet
Im in my own business
And I stay inspired
By people who get it
I fly out from city to city
I'm working I'm working
Enjoying
Keep two eyes on my associates
And a third on those who I call my best friend
When I pay attention
I see true intentions
In tension
Are you sure you
notoriety
Of some local gangsters, who would wanna retire me
Or the young soldiers, who stopped by to inquire me
Or rob me blind, approaching me cowardly
of drugs man I think I had enough
Trust me these niggas they be running out of luck
Had to fuck it that shit was mixed by Cub
Epidemic baby can't be kissing
On my knees at the feet of the steeple
Beseeching Jesus to be seen by these people
When god replied spitting spermetic light
Flowing gold
a chance
Because now you'll have known instead who you wanted to know
Another day left abandoned by my inner lost thoughts
Another way to speak lies from my
The sun and the devil's mouth
Are locked inside of me
My every step is shadowed by
A most unholy fiend
By symbols and hieroglyphs
And stupid little signs
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