Lyrics:
a tunnel backwards through time
Dragging my knuckles, listening to Frankie Knuckles
Someone has lost their drugs in the long grass
Cars pass by
ever knew
Started from the bottom then I roused a love of two
Cars got fancy, b****es did too
Ain't got lover n****, wishin' that was you
But they
let you know the real reason that Paul jumped
[Shaggy 2 Dope:]
I'm lookin over this ledge at these matchbox cars
Fifty-seven levels up and ya hit that
the flow, it don't help to fight
You want to front? You'll be by yourself tonight
Cause I'ma get mine, then it's time to get showered dear
Throw on your
the humbles I was shootin ( ? )
And now my time has come
And now hip-hop's an industry polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo,
I knew she was trouble when she asked me to dance
And two songs later things got out of hand
Well, she gave me a ride in her brand new car
Going
about the thangs ya done for me
(I'm tired of being a playa and a balla
Just gimme one bad bitch so I can spoil her)
[Verse 2: Lil' O]
If I tell her
Baby let's get dressed up
I got two pairs of shoes
Darling you look so beautiful
When your hair's all hung in jewels
And sometimes I find it
Thirty minutes flat
I could bake a whole cake
Still sitting on the white bricks
While they wrapped up in duct tape
In the do' panel of the rental car
over this is simply page two
And if you got any color it’s gon faze you
How the fuck a nigga spose’d to breathe in this weather?
There ain't no where
A traveler’s heart is hard to find
Our troubles we can leave behind
Cause I’ve got my own plans in mind
Chasing dreams by those dim headlights
As we head down
you slash her tires and bust all the windows out her car
That's you
That can't get over your ex-man,
Putting the problems of your previous
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've
I've been livin' out here by the hydro towers
Tryin' to feel my feet and regain my powers
Livin' on the flight path, tryin' to feel the ground
Brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong blastin
It's the alcohol abusin' white trash kid
With the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung
was real, she looked at me,
So I said, “Where do you want to go?”
She said, “I live by the sea”,
She was real, I swear she was real …
Well I ain't
to switch lanes fast I said I tried
Cause the next thing I know, I saw clouds in the sky
I was laying on my back there was cars passing by
Heard
An OG plus and fuck em all get their money
Fourth quarter I'm off street corners the budget pay for all costs
Cash no car, nobody is starving
When I
the original Junglist massive
The original dancehall junglist dere
General Levy alongside the MBeat
The world is in trouble
Ah what we tell dem murdera
It
of the mother whose lost her child.
Some will remember the troubles he caused, his fall backs
Perxonality flaws. We'll reminisce to the days gone by and hear
spinnin' rims or candy cars
The tips we got, we bought M&M's and candy bars
Plus at that time, I was still rappin' by myself
I hit eighth grade, then
we Just don't know why
[Moka Only]
Why do I do it like I do
How come I don't get in trouble like I use to
Why am I the last thing a girl
kid, let's get it heady
If the car moves 写る mirror に知る back number yellow が color
We love trouble ye by Burna ye ye ye like that sweetest trauma
New
Al right
That's that moment
That's my moonlight
Can't you feel me?
That's my voice before to get me high
Al right
O no, again troubles
LET me do me
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