Lyrics:
fights
And besides the lonely moments we have all to make things come true
And the love that we share with others who wish they would hear from you
And in
of day
Dropped off the bags now it's time to hit the town
I was on my way out the lobby
She had them diamonds on her timepiece
No Roosevelt she a dime you
on the edge of town
The water tower says the same thing
John Deere Green with the same names
A little faded but it still looks good
In my neck of the woods,
the fire down
These boots walk the line weu0027re flirting
Between us and all the couples that we always bitch about Itu0027s so thing I keep on wrestling
With most its a flirt thing,
They do this music shit just so they can get by,
I do it from the inspiration that I got when I was 9,
When I seen my idol
doing or thinking about
The world is dying, the world is living
There's something that I should do
But I never know how
Things I should say to you
many do you know
That work for their goals
I don't want the hoes
I work on the flow
Before I'm on the road uh
I love being by myself
Get away from
things
But the dirt on our boots beats a diamond ring
We're doing alright, alright baby
As long as I've got you beside me
We don't need much in this
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
Adversity and distress is on the way to paradise
Enticed by expensive things you can't have patience,
It'll be there waitin',
Take nothing for granted
[Syke
"Who's that?" nobody speaks up
So I go to the door there's a note it says:
"We have Hip-Hop hostage with guns to his throat,
Do the right thing and we
the deal
If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggaz say
Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day
Yes stoppin the fuckin press, transform
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa be
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit
There's a war goin
lose so I choose to be a killa
So when you mention Syke they say, fuck that nigga
But I don't give a fuck I'm drivin' buckets,
stackin' duckets, tryna
Still electric slide with my boots wrapped in snake skin
Aye they gone hate on this but I don't give two shits
A city boy with country grammar with that
The first thing that caught my eye
Was the two-tone brown Tecovas
Hearing my name through your twang and that smile
Made me wanna get to know ya
they get offended by all the offensive things you say
like good morning sir when he could be a she
how dare you assume their gender
this whole
V1
When things are tough, or some may say defective
And you are stuck, no matter what you’re doing
To look at it from a different perspective
May
In comes the boom to the bam here I stands
Make 'em all understand that I got the master plan
And I'm ready to work, I go bezerk
A mention to Kid
on a stake
Bleeding on a paper that's my therapeutic date
Open gates but i can't find a way
The road is dark and I'm a toad to these cranes
By no means
I've been looking around, Turned my place upside down
I've got more than I need, that much I've found
Things that I've lost, rings that we've tossed
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
traveler
Gotta heal my heart, that thing ain't gon' heal itself
Karate chop the beat, I'm aiming for that darker belt
I'm cuttin' off some people, cause they
[Run]
Ahh, yo.. yo, why-yo yo
Yo yo, why-yo yo, yo
why-yo..
Seen this girl on the block by the boondock
On the spot she was down for the boot
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