Lyrics:
I start to feel hopeless
Or when I start to feel homeless
I need to know where my home is
And that's the reason I wrote this
Ok Washington, Alta
a elderly lady
Early 80s late in her 70s age is irrelevant
By now I'm late in my 20s few kids and happily married
She questioned if I could do anything what
off on the tread
Some locos got hit by the feds
Some locos ended up dead
And to my boy up in the pinta
Doing time for that body
I wish I could of been
security will be knockin'
While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam and try blockin'
I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up by playin' the back
Ask my nigga, I'll be
on chicks with curves
We the youth poetic justice, the kings and the Yankees
Our flows is vicious, check check, check out my melodies
We gifted with
Dublin
Dashing Euros down the drain by the hundreds
My iPhone died, pissed
But it's all good cah the brick phone's banging
This ain't just music, hear
I don't care how it seems, man always keep, your head up
For He is strong when you're weak, without ceasing, keep them prayers up
Don't worry bout
[Busta Rhymes]
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
It's a sunny day and the sky is bright
Take her to the mist everything is right
No need to make bets cause
(dennis wilson & gregg jakobson)
Carry me home to my mama
Carry me home to my daddy
Rain falling down on me
Wind is blowing cold
I'm getting tired,
Scene:
It gets harder to see what people want me to be, its just me
being me I'm just Charlie Scene. I used to follow my dream to
play guitar and sing,
that Joe Will wrote
When he knew that his days were through
"Boys, this is my last and final will
Good luck to all of you
Good luck to all of you"
What if everything's a prayer?
Can't escape it, like the air
It surrounds us
Is everything holy and rare
The Sacred everywhere:
All around us? (Is
a lady of any kind
Stranger in my bed
Can't recall last night
That's why
I'm sleepin' with Carney Wilson's head
Oh god
Got to wash my nuts
I've
calling up on Charlie
But Charlie's line is down, please nigga stop it
Hogwash nigga dealing with this nonsense
Cause of it, feeling shitty unlike Bronson
Instagram liking, likes are rolling in
All this from a Fire In The Booth, It's Charlie's fault, I'm just playing with him
Watch them walk with me
Walk
I want to do is get some ass tonight
And if I play my cards right, and smoke this weed
Then I'll be swimming in some ass like the tsunami
And it
But this my call by the false Prophet, all Prophet
Harlem hustle, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lords pocket
What you
afraid to die by my sword
I talk heavy
Cuz I walk heavy
With the Holy Spirit
This divine connection
Got me feeling fearless
I'm wise enough to know
Not
your lips so tight
All I can see is black raven taketh you away
Hear my prayer of the wind
To find you there
Your sweet lips found me now and then
Never
of life
Roll wit the rude child
Put it down for life
Making prayer with the Bible and Quran in my palms
Too blessed with a vision
Straight facts, this is
cause she faithful
I'm Charlie and she is my Angel
She missed me I had to show face
So I whipped that dick out
And I gave her a facial
Shawty she swallow
How shallow can a man be?
I borrowed this story from a friend now a enemy,
Cause no friend of my would ever cross the line,
If he had respect for
baby
Can we say a prayer together baby
Heavenly Father which art in heaven
I pray that you keep this love together
This is my prayer, baby, baby,
a prayer together baby
Can we say a prayer together baby
Heavenly Father which art in heaven
I pray that you keep this love together
This is my prayer, baby,
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