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gettin' high like a angel does
I'm done thinking I really had enough yeah
Let's start a riot 'cause there's no denying
Love is war and we're the ones dying

inside me was a virtue
When my angel bailed, I questioned who the hell I'd turn to?
New women in my life don't excite me much I keep my walls up high

The only memory I have of my ancestors is making fire in a cave
I don't waste my pale case tryin' to contemplate with European nation I'm from today

still getting package through the air route
And it ain't no safe route, when we on yo shit
Best believe that I'm on my shit
Bro got the chop hold two

by myself so you know what I'm on
Gelato in backwoods, I'm high like a drone
She wanna fuck now, she know that I'm on (Keed talk to 'em)
Say you do

Didn't bother me none
Mom worked two jobs I was on free lunch
If you want an update
I don't got no down time
High digging 45's added of this cloud 9
I

Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why

to the lord seen a angel I hit him
Gimme a chance rest my head on her bosom
Don't have no hoes when I see em don't pull em
Like pullin' the pin on a nade you

wonder
Where people find the energy
And these angels we have heard on high
I could use one or two
Give me some sort of sign
I'm doin' somethin' right
Still

thought that we would have a kid, I'm glad that God forbid
I feel like I'm just getting rich
When niggas ask they ask for Four
My music my accessory, I've

He can have that bag of pennies and let these millions ride by
His loss, your gain, dis here is platinum status

How can something turn to nothing, was

Ban Marriage

The Hidden Cameras

The Smell of Our Own

2003

the aisle the congregation looked behind

But I continued past the pews and met my angel in a suit with a smile

And as I looked him in the eye I heard my

might get a nigga spanked if he kiss and tell
I had P's and EDs waiting by the mail
Ain't have to do nothing, these pills gon' sell they self
Ain't

Verse 1:

Birth date. da-da dash, da-da dash
Now, Now, what do I do with what I have found?
Questions. Life's quintessential quest sends
your five

lame since the 6th grade dues have been payed there’s no deny’n myka 9 got ways rhythm is a slave just like jones grace we just steady stylin move out