Lyrics:
that it's the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties?
Cause I got all the old ones
That's why
All that I've been given
Is this pain
You have a long way to go, let's take it form the start
Of a new beast turned man, nurtured by hand and heart
Forget choices that just misunderstand
a him jump rope
I'm in the crib with a blue robe
662 want gun smoke
Was by the river in a tug boat
Big tractor but the motor broke
Play with me bitch it's
Yeh
Daily briefing while I'm sipping on an Ice Tea
Daily working till I buy myself an Ice Piece
Wrist so cold
Enough to retire, We so old
This is
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man
To My nigga who brought me in this world
Taught us right nigga
My old dad imported to the family structure
Provide her God
My moms a queen
that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
Niggas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin', "Death
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Daddy, I'll be an old man soon
Daddy, can you hear this tune?
It is the tune of the realm of forgiveness
And it's wrapped around the moon
Wrapped around
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Raised by a mean old man
He liked to show me his back hand
And you will know the same
Why'd you ever mention her name?
There are things in life I
a retiree
But that's old news for the nothing-man
And so days go by, inconsequential
Witnessing baby-stars spreading their wings
The overnight winners,
hiding under covers
Tryna get the old me recovered
I dont know
Why this life
Being so cold
I just wanna cry
Man this sadness is hitting me
Im tryna figure
In a westerly direction this car is my train
I'm driving and I'm wonderin' what it is I'm runnin' from again
I feel like an eighty year old man but
of the sound, but boy does it, resound out loud
I got a meaning behind this song
But you won't know until you listen on
Well that man he sees the garage coming
Nineteen year old girl
Sitting by the window
Life hurts hard
Barely wantsto go on
On this way
Struggeling with circumstances, anyway
She thinks it
Yo, Eskiboy
BBK, dun know
Listen
Yo, bigging up Teeza
Man done a remix
Then I came through with the bars on point
Cause I'm a realist
Can't
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Understand That This Love May Be All Out Of Place
But Don't I Have
Oh Don't I Have The Right To Be A Happy Man
Passion In The Night Surrounded Us
Seeing Sweet
fatal song
This woman spites everyone
This woman is man...
End the reign!
I have passion, I have faith and reason
Yet she decrees I am less than human
daddy know where the weankess at
And you spoke lies to ya old mans eyes, how could you sleep wit that?
Jepordize everything, just for searchin for
a broken man did what he can
Getting by while making other plans
His memories come and memories and go
Some of which he dont want to know
Chorus
Im ready
it's somehow lost its charm
Fire engine fly by with its annoying alarm
Did the angels ever really look this sad and blue
Why'say the city has
sister said
I think your old lady been smoking in bed
Here come big Willie with his hose in his hand
He said, "I'll put out this fire if anybody can"
He
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