Lyrics:
won't take a break no
From this love
Not a day goes by when it's me alone
Like a soldier, can't wait to come back home
And to let you know every man
about to tell 'em what I didn't do
She left through the bathroom window
I just found the city in the swimming pool
It's the sun bouncing off
a bite to eat
Got the rhythm in my heart
As I shuffle to the beat
Thinking bout The Fat Man
Sun's on my back
Thinking bout Hungry Williamsand
Mac
holding on, I see the sun
But I'm in between lights, I'm in between lights
I left my hand by the side of the road
Suitcase, ticket and I'm ready to go
planting my garden (planting my garden) harvesting everysing with love (love, love, love, love) the sun keeps shinning down
One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.
west
where the sun is setting
Yeah
No shortcuts when it came to writing this
from the blessed land where a nigga finding this
Throw some
death by electrocution's like life in New York, isn't it?
Shoulda been a dentist, mom said it
Pain's the way that my craft expresses
Born in a little
I should say by the way that you're acting today
I can tell by the sigh in your eye
I can sure understand by the palm of your hand
That you know
I should say by the way that you're acting today
I can tell by the sigh in your eye
I can sure understand by the palm of your hand
That you know I'm
a little man named Leo headed for Laredo
he left Saltillo on the Day of the Dead
hauling down the hillside rolling down the roadside
right by his
now I see back then I might have acted like a fool
Now I won't apologize for it, this is not a bunch of Brady's
But a bunch of Black man's pride,
untamed by the children in this game
Tre, go grab them things, we gon' get paid, man
Joe Casey know a n**** wan' buy some things
I start in the hood, I
Been goin' round and round all day
Bailin' some hay and stacking it all up
Can't wait for the sun to go down
Roll into town, shine the old truck
(Yeah, let's go Las Vegas)
Goin' 'round and 'round all day
Bailin' some hay and stacking it all up
Can't wait for the sun to go down
Roll into
deep trouble.
Back: Trouble.
Deep, deep trouble.
Run into trouble.
Bart: Where's your sense of humour, man?
Back: Deep, deep trouble.
And they go
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Walk me out by the water's edge
Oh, my brother
I'm coming down
We are you
We are almost there
And the man keeps coming 'round
I don't know who
the sun sets
(Sets) want it so bad
I can't give a fuck about rest
Yeah, yeah, the money callin'
I gotta pick up (Brrr)
Every man gonna claim he's
And we're gonna bring a man up to the microphone right now (here we go, come on)
And goes by the name of uh, well he doesn't know (check it out come on yo)
stop ma, let me get a look you
damn girl ain't see u since prom
come to think bout it cant believe it been that long
girl I heard your man locked down
To be the sound of wild geese calling
To be ten seasons in a night
To dance the sun beyond the tides of war and peace
To put silence stained by
man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way,
The sun heats above
And the royal palm enlights us
With the pride of my Cuban soil
Here it can't be found
A song in vain
[Chorus]
Mi casa why su
And see the one
The one inside each one of some of say the none
The none is on side the sum of some
The summer sun is the sun
And it keeps going around
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