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very sorry Sir, I am behind my time”.
Exclaimed Bob Cratchit while he was opening the door.
“Yes I think you are, step this way, if you please.
I'm going
to DC and hold hands
Publicly all through the streets
Cause they don't know you and
They don't know me
And oh I feel sorry for mistakes we've made
drone)
I'm a horse
My production's increased
(Someone please help me 'cos I want to go home)
I can't afford a meal
But all my worries live rent-free
to survive is by coping
I'm too preoccupied trying
Not to drown from all this goddamn anxiety
And is it to much for me to say sorry?
Halloween's gonna be so
order
Then I believe I finally came home
I said I was sorry, you looked so alone
I stripped all the way to my boxers and socks
Your voice sounded
gon' tell
Since Joe got picked up by that officer, I'm sorry that we don't talk that much
I just wanted to be like Big Choppa, MC, and Kaylo
I
knots that you don't know how to undo
But do you ever have another moment after that, when you can see
There's no one way this has to be? Or maybe
the way things are it hurts to see
The better sex be in the rear, an ambulance emergency
Sorry biased folks the world you want was precursory
When you talk
When I was only 6 I
Knew I was different
Still, I didn't have no shame
Made to feel obscure in
My very home
Where things didn't often go my way
think I should go|There's some things a mama don't know||2nd Verse||The money ran out in Vegas|She's an all-night diner waitress|She'll do anything just
through
Awwell, now I'm fed
Conversate, still got some bread
Tryna calculate quick maths equations
All up in my head
Watch her smile, got me wild
Rollin
out a ton like opposable thumbs
Opposed by no one
Suppose scum the only one who wrote a notable sum
Show me a hometown emcee who spit it this cruel
the same way about you tomorrow but tonight yea
I'm gon fuck you right yea
I'm gon lay this pipe yea
You gon run and tell your friends about me thats your
appealing
I'm banana peeling, steering the long way home
Leave drama by the door
Once I get up inside a nigga might snatch yo soul Oh my,
Your heart been
home
No more
You're on my mind baby
Like a drug, you made me high
You are so fine, one of a kind yeah
I want you all mine
My both hands on your thighs
back your sorrow
I'll sing to you out in the snow
Sitting on a branch by your window
But you will not come outside because it's warm in your home
I
just a bad kinda weight on me
Reminded by the way we used to make out and
You can take me where you want to
Take me where you want to go
Quties want
with and everyone goes home
All the love is gone he switches back into loner mode
Never asked nobody for no hand out he can hold his own
Way that he
dedicated motivated by da thoughts of empty mouths an nightmares of comin home to a empty house I kno what it is to somethin fail titanicly built a castle
all of the mistakes I made, putting you in this place, I'm sorry your lives this way
Another Friday rolls around, and I haven't sold that ounce
I'll do
had was old
I wasn't sure if I'd hear you
I'm glad you're still alright
It's all been arranged for ten
The streets should be clear by then
I
had was old
I wasn't sure if I'd hear you
I'm glad you're still alright
It's all been arranged for ten
The streets should be clear by then
I
[Verse 2]
I needed you by my side
The night I took the long way home
Why can’t you ever keep your word?
I know that I should just move on
[Chorus]
You
on his film
Came up with a plan and now I'm
Balling by tomorrow
Niggas couldn't stand the vision
so they siting looking sorry
So I
Let beat ride like I
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