Lyrics:
hair, and let me get to know your flesh
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You
There's a time for crying
Just tell me why you look so sad tonight
I know its crazy
Living in a world these days but
If you take me by the hand
Oh oh
In the beginning from the start its been a conscious effort on my part I'm not caught up in those corrupted ways that pollute our sordid days I'm not
One, two, one, two, three, quattro
John was living in Ocean Beach,
California with his girlfriend, Julie, when he decided one day,
"Hey, Jule,
a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph
What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine won't help
knocked and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you didn't hide the safe now she's fuckin in your fly estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind
we said "hi",
Three hundred and sixty five days have gone by now,
And I could paint of picture of you.
I see you every time I pass your locker,
On a bold crusade, in the realm of shade
[X3]
Through the glowing mist, like a fog of radiation
I can see the forming of new planets
I've been struck by
thought pah
Strap a bomb to my chest run in the courtyard
Of you favorite record label and send them to god
But you already been punished that's why your
to claim they thugs, but they really don't want to die
[Verse 2 - Loon]
Uh, yeah, uh
Now here's a story about another nigga by the name of Jermaine
This
And she reminded they were his favorites and...)
"Could we please consider for our morning view that flower box window with the three sides of glass? (
take somethin' that I don't have 'n' that's life
(Right)
That's right, I'm more than a ghost
I still ?? on the corner by the light post
I can't walk
was life that to be found
You're the miracle I prayed about you
You were the one to save my life
In the nick of time
I followed habits around
Been
make the game better, by bein out there on the floor
So when you ice grill me, instead of breakin your jaw
I think FIREBALLS in your face like a young
[Pacewon]
What you want wit the underground kings from the Bricks
I've been at it since Clyde Frazier played for the Knicks
Packin' 3-5-7's wit
Talk about sex, packin' chrome, techs, hero' bones
And coked up white chicks that look like Sharon Stone
Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown
in Holland's hills, honering un honest, hearts of holice
Since then I been strung out and remained aholic
So evil I had the devil's horns
a walking by the banks of the sea,
Just to see the waters roll and hear the nightingale sing.
Now they had not been standing but a minute or so
When out
[Verse 1]
Dream, scheme that's what I tell bitches
These punk niggas get pressed like twelve inches
I smell stinches, I been in the trenches
But
is not to follow which they is filthy
Been tokin' marijuana smokin forty ounce
I never was a hoodlum but I must admit I knew em'
Forget where I came
I'm gonna stand on your parade
I need to jump into your grave
Gonna stalk you I'm afraid
Wanna be your fucking pain
By the way you know it's all
Masters I've slain Oh, no, but you needn't fear Jonathan
My friend There's been too many Masters too many deaths by my hand The
Memories of innocense All
that old White Oak Mountain
You can just watch Old 97 roll."
It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville,
And the lie was a three
up on the letter
I miss you daddy cause now I'm grown
times are getting hard when your daddy's never home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm sorry little mija
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