Lyrics:
I fall to pieces
Each time I see you again
I fall to pieces
How can I be just your friend
You want me to act
Like we've never kissed
You want
The mirror's image
Tells me it's home time
But I'm not finished
'Cause you're not by my side
And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin'
Yeah, yo
Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your
find yourself alone
Two fools
Starting over again
Now where do you begin
When you've never been out on your own
Starting over again
Never
you never got this shit crackin
Imagine life's so hard
You can't imagine it's like livin' in city of god
You feel me
Imagine life on the yard
I'm tryin'
're gonna know why
It's gonna hurt every now and then
If you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
She grew up, she got married
But it never was
ya Glocks when you see Tupac (what?)
Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh (what?)
Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel
I've seen it on your face
Tells me more than any worn out old phrase
So now we'll go separate ways
Never again we two
Never again, nothing I can
Now me I play for fortunes
And those velvet curtain calls
I got a black Limousine and two gentlemen
Who escort me through these halls
And I'll play
never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe? You wanna lose two legs?
You tryin' to flip this on me?
If I spent more time with you, you say
"Okay, yeah,
niggas gettin' rolled up
You think not gettin' dropped
We can handle this
'Cause 2Pac brain locked on a cannabis
Days are dangerous, shoot 'em
But you
only person I trust is God, trust no one, like 2Pac he said)
He said trust nobody
I seen my homeboy do me kinda wrong
That's why you never hear Lil
to be me
You'll never be in doubt that's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reachin' me by
By Bob Hartman
Based on 1 John 5:11
First He calls out
Into your darkness
He woos gently
And you have to choose
But the choice is easy
It's light
Straight out the cemetery back from the dead
Eazy mothafukkin' E
'Bout to bust fuckin' lead chop Up & 2Pac
Back up in the cut 2016
Still don't give
Mmmmm, lies again
Mmmmm, lies
Mmmmm, mmmmm
You go, you give, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You go,
Mmmmm, lies again
Mmmmm, lies
Mmmmm, mmmmm
You go, you give, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You go,
Man'll pull out the ting and Bucky O'Hare
Man are old school, 2Pac had hair
Man are old school, 2Pac was here
Man are old school just like Ghostbusters
tried it my friend
I may get drunk in Cincinnati in summer time two thousand and twelve
But I'll never smoke Weed with Willie again!
We learned
again
What a crazy crazy party
Never seen so many people
Laughing dancing
Look at you, you're having fun
But look at me
I'm almost cryin'
But that don't
I'd give anything to see you again.
If I could buy your love, I'd truly try my friend.
And if I could pray, my prayer would never end.
But if
the Feds
Eating good drinking Champagne
And breaking bread
This is for my dog's in Watts and shit
2Pac got your back, who can stop the hit?
And even with
you'll be gone and I'll be left alone
With memories of a love that passed me by
If you're ever feeling blue and want me back again
I'll be waiting here
would be except for you.
One by one you mended all the pieces
Of a heart that someone broke in two
You filled my life with happiness and sunshine
That I
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