Lyrics:
a fuck
And I'd rather be dead than feel like I'm permanently stuck
But still I won't give up
To the people that have always stayed right by my side
I owe
hands? And helped their dreaming?
Have you told yourself “don’t give up”?
Then don’t give up
Live so good
And as time goes by
You’ll still be here
So if
kind of accent is that?
It's a French accent, you know I'm French
I'm from Paris, don't you think it's sexy?
No, it's not sexy accent
Oh, man, give
(jack hues)
A man lives in the city
Surrounded by machines
They take away his pity
And give him what he dreams
A stream of information
On a green
don't give a fuck because that
Was my stream of conscious
And that's the way I felt at that time
And feelings was the only facts
And racism
kind of accent is that?
It's a French accent, you know I'm French
I'm from Paris, don't you think it's sexy?
No, it's not sexy accent
Oh, man, give
guess it's getting borring,
There's nothing new.
I know you're keeping secrets,
Please don't tell me why.
It doesn't matter who is
Standing by my side.
thanks again my friend
For your backhanded compliment
Here's a compliment that I'd like to give back
You remind me of a horse that I once had
Do
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Hold on don't give up
Don't you worry, you don't have to cry
God sees, He sees what you're going through oh yes he does
God is willing, and he's able
Don't know much about you
Don't know who you are
We've been doing fine without you
But, we could only go so far
Don't know why you chose us
today I celebrate the place
That's always by my side
Where nothing's greasy or fried
I'll have a bowl
Extra white rice
And some black beans
Some steak
of your peers
And losing some of your self
Music has past gone by
Hopefully you don't manifest for the wrong guy
Egomaniac in the brainiac
Don't know how
Ey yo man, my labelmate Don Newkirk
Man step to him
Thanks Serch!
And now for the Prime Minister
Sinister Pete N-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
All By Myself, But
Yo!
I Love My Niggaz, No Homo
I Swear I Hope They All Get Cheese Like D'journo
It's Something About The Hot Boyz That You Don
the 9th inning
Keep your eyes on the ball when you swingin
Don't be confused, don't be fooled by the wind-up
Start switchin your position, make your mind up
In case you have fallen by the wayside of life
Dreams and visions shattered, you're all broken inside
You don't have to stay in the shape that
Music has past gone by hopefully you don't manifest
For the wrong guy Egomaniac, in the Brainiac
Don't know how to act, shits deep
Forty eight tracks
Money flow like rain into my pocket
(drip drop)
I give thanks before I even got it
(thank you God)
That's I how sustain all that I pop with
(Pop
Never Let It Show
And I Only Give One To You
So I;
I Cherish The Times
Don't Know How To Tell You How Much You Meant To Me
So I Wrote
(ooh) had to kick it
I'm not shy so I asked for the digits
A ho? No, that don't make me
See what I want slip slide to it swifty
Felt it in my hips so
Or someday will we?
Will we?
And if you don't know by now,
The truth of what I'm tellin' you,
Then, surely I have failed somehow
And Jesus will think
Huncho, woo
What time it is? eleven o'clock?
Let's roll
Flyin' autopilot (woo), don't need no stylist (no)
Trappin' while I'm driving
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