Lyrics:
nothing
Counting up these checks
By myself
Reached my destination finally
Now a days that fake shit don't bother me
Every night the day is tryna see
What I
got my thoughts caught on stiffy
Pulsating brain but that's horn
In a kinky way
And I'm sure these dismal days
Are just a pitiful phase
Though the world
ill-st
These mummy daddy kids are looking hype
When we feel this
We Fill their A$$ with the crack, nigga
Hol’ my self with a fat nigga you fag nigga
You
to legalize weed
So my seeds can smoke because its in my genes
Nothing's for free cept the bud on the branch
These family trees are sittin in my sack
I creep
had to man up
Some fail to do the job
I am a renegade
Every day's do or die
I am a prodigy
My name's where that proof resides
I saw déjà vu
These
the invisible noose to rest so comfortably around our necks,
But, by the day the noose tightens we don't mind, all we want to see is just the check,
( mmm )
child abuse
These niggas need their own style
These niggas need their own sound
I’m still tryna ride the wave
I hope you motherfuckers drown
She called it
Play by my rules, and fuck the plan!
Money on my mind saw these haters in a way
Having conversation with the paper every day
I ain't talking short
It's sweeping you away.
How would you feel?
If you were ripped from your day to day,
Miles away,
Taken by my tidal wave
(ah oom ah oom)
So you say you
eyes and dream of days gone by
I'm the one who keeps our love alive
My heart is crying all these rain soaked days
Be the one who gives more than you take
of armies by day
Mmh
Mmh (ha)
Mmh
Mmh
What are the causes and the seeds of depression?
Who's ultimately affected? These are the questions
We all
frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded questions -- Why does winter come so soon?
And where are all the golden girls that I was
the coffee
And the pumpkin pie,
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives,
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through
And the company's associates can hit this quarter's quotas
These ain't big rappers keeping it legit, shit
These are kid actors reading from a script in the
New Era -
belong
Some of their ways are not like the other
One of these ways then must be wrong
Let me go a little deeper now
The vicar of belief decries
"You do
there are lines
Yes I told her that
I'm the older cat
Can I scratch your back all day?
I would not have it any other way, well
Means so much
Faded pictures, yellow from time
Well worn memories of days gone by
Needing someone and nobody's there
These are the things broken dreams are made
And I see by the way they drive their cars
That they neither love nor are loved -
Nor do they consider sex it is all forgotten
Like an old movie
I see
these women scarred
Cuz saying yes was easy, saying no is really hard
Oh my God, are y'all people hearing me
I'm living in the spirit but my flesh is
Hey, these are the days and times
When people get away with crime
A bearer has been born and about to be reborn
Put him on, hehehe.. Put him on!
A bomb went off this morning raining bodies on TV
They are blaming the insurgents; they are blocking off the streets
And the smoke is rising slowly
then depicts as images
Same goes for smell and touch
Time and space are tools which help me concretize these waves into information
Now when given
the midst of uncertainty
Each second that passes us by
Is never repeated no matter how much you may try
So seize the day. Don't let time slip away
All these
Erase your regrets
Place all your bets
Say what you should've said
But did not
Oh, these are the lonely days
Minds are clouded with memories
Tomorrows
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