Lyrics:
this work comes from the weighing on my chest
How you gone be mad
Same old Same old
Same old thing it never changed no (Changed nooo)
Why pray to God
And by the end of that thought I ain't got no time remaining
Let me get my ass up cus I know I'm not staying
Tryna get up out the same old shit huh
Tryna
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of
Four million and a half feet
That's eight million
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
sayin'? You know you my nigga, kid
I'ma always come through for you, baby
Yo man, you gotta understand, this shit is real though, man
All the time, word
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
were off to
Lead by The Man, in this journey
And it seemed like The King
Was the only one
Keeping a secret
The following events
Happened as sequenced
bitch's earlobe
(Yo, this girl's only fifteen years old
You shouldn't take advantage of her
It's not fair)
Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair?
Fuck this
shit make a difference in me and you
You was supposed to be here, nigga
Nigga, I wasn't 'posed to be in this motherfucker
Man, you know what I'm
knock me out of my zone (out of my zone!)
Man my phone keep on ringing what the fuck do they want? (what do they want?)
My body so cold in this CDG shirt
and after him of Jacob
She said in astonishment, Woe to me
Shall I bear a child while I am an old woman, and here is my husband an old man
Indeed, this is
There ain't a four lane road within twenty some miles of here
This town ain't got a Wal-mart and never ever will
There's a church and filling
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
Yeah
What's up, baby?
I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on
I ain't tryna hurt you
Only if you want me to
Haha
Yeah, something like
Yeah
What's up, baby?
I ain't tryna do nothing but get my grown man on
I ain't tryna hurt you
Only if you want me to
Haha
Yeah, something like
down
When this old gray, black gentleman was cleaning up the lounge
There wasn't anyone around, except this old man and me
The guy who ran the bar
Man I don't wanna lose
I just keep up with some point and just improve
If I say it tonight, it's in the loop
I don't wanna get by
I throw the rules
you're dead
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him
Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
This is going out to
All those fake
This game is getting old
This game is getting old
This game is getting old
This game is getting old
I fell for you
I was kid you were a man I thought
to the old days
When i was roaming the streets at night
Wandering around like I ain't have no place
Man I was feeling alone
Stuck and I can't escape from this
And I'm a fan first
But it won't take too many seconds to leave you in a damn urn
You deserve this disservice
I put this man in ERs if he don't got no man
getting away
You oughta seen John Hardy getting away
John Hardy stood in that old barroom
So drunk that he could not see
And a man walked up and took
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
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