Lyrics:
On me, you bounced the booty up and down
I miss the clown you was
I miss the tenous person you was
I tell my friends
You are, you are
You are the best
but think of you
And the saying goes: "You look like Cassie"
A motorcycle passes me by
Old people are laughing about the death that's right besides
you
I walk along the street we used to walk
Two by two, lovers pass
And as they're passing by, I could die
'Cause you're not here with me
Now
That shit
(She gon suck me, let's get it now)
These kids are so broke
They are bankrupt
I was at the bottom
Then I came up
I was on Wall Street
Pure
moving me to tears
But you and I both know, the streets are paved with fears
Severe mental fog
Regan's a mad killer dog
London lives up its arse
Young kings are now here
Where are you hiding
This is a new year
We are now ruling
Young kings are now here
Where are you hiding
This is a new
yo
My testament, the debt you in
Can only be paid in flesh, you in
The rest of it, at best, is shit
Your whole life is regret, you in
Detested by
me You will not never forget about me
I got zippers on my jeans, on my shoes And on my jacket, by the way
These jeans are equipped with a highly daily
Who's tryna be oppressed by the likes of you
Who's your father
Or who dey hell are you
Them go dey ask you
Am I your mate
Do you know the year
That i
the world?
Treasures out of darkness time to find them pearls
The ones that are loss who were just like me
Sprung out on drugs and still dead in the streets
where you'll find me
From the corner by the studio
The gold-soaked afternoon comes slow
I deconstruct my thoughts and I am walking by
And on third street
nothing to hide
I said on top of a hill
I met some skeletons on the way
Need that secrecy bill
Coz man the stakes are high
I got me a knife I'm eating steak
of myself.
Noises are taking away my casualness.
Noises are making me scared.
Big noises are made by big shots.
Some noises should never be heard.
courage
Black people are being murdered in the streets by police
Every day
He said let me tell you if you wanna be woke
You gotta listen to the stories
have a good meal
You can do what ever you feel
Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man,
the same
You leave me lonely, now
I know your window; I know it's late
I know your stairs and your doorway
I walk down your street and past your gate
these streets are old and all these stories been told
But if you listen close you can hear the pulse and learn
To let go
Do you hear that battered beat
order me
To all my village people all of you are under me
Even with your evil spirit ehn you are still honda me
Padi mi nor dey act like you have it all
takes me
My sight slowly fading
Is this the end of me or am I hallucinating
God where you at as the street is falling apart and I am at the center pinned
inna me eyes you see light
Mehn you see this life he go do you like jazz
Omo peteru you coming from the street
All my goonz move forward no retreat
Tell
It's my addiction, though
Huh
Let me tell you 'bout the pain in them broken homes (in them broken homes)
Let me tell you 'bout the flesh wounds
4, Jesus chose me to go hit these streets for them hood folks, 4 the hood folks, for drug addicts, for them gang bangers what I'm looking 4, why u
wake up, don't join the army
Kill your own peoples, but fear Illuminatis
and they ain't even real, or are they?
But you ain't even know, cuz you partay
has got me.
Music’s awesome,
My ears are starving.
All I need, girl,
Is you to start it.
Yes, I am aware this sounds naïve.
Bloodshed runnin’ from
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