Lyrics:
her,
In the day I get no rest.
I cut me a young pine-cone
And I gave it to the river deep.
It sailed 'way by your window
Where you lay, so long in sleep.
it crunk and do the eastside stomp
Young Chingy let em know, that the deal is a fool
And I'm a carpenter's dream, I'm in love wit the tools
Lay low
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
It's a motherfucking motion picture niggas
Meek Milly Flamers 25 I love you nigga
It's the beginning of the end
For you niggas once again
Its your
album
Puff Daddy, enough already
Now its P. Diddy still sound shitty
How can your group be called Da Band
No body plays an insterment man
I dont
girl I'm still fuckin' with ya
Damn, is it the fall, time for me to revisit the past
It's women to call, there's albums to drop
There's liquor
NV gay
And plus NV stands for no vagina's anyway
That place, Me and Lil' Weezy-Wee get no love
That's why when I brought Chingy in there
He peed in
?
A team that's militant
A down ass woman by your side that get it in
The realest, I love this feeling
If you don't have a team that's militant you
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
It's taken years for me to accept myself
To be proud of myself, to love myself
The process of making this album was once a journey to trying to find
murder for capital
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of, earth")
Kanyeezy you did it again, you a genius nigga!
King Lex, came a long way man
This album is dedicated to the honorable Mel Carter
Rest in palaces kid, we love you Mel, yeah
Yeah, the wild, that's
thing I knew, I was listening to an album called 'freak out!' by the mothers of invention. I became very interested in their concept of music, their
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
now everybody love Kanye
I'm almost Raymond
Some say he arrogant. Can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year
up to something
Selling cracks sack by sack so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in
use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?
I don't need your honesty
It's already in
and roll some weed up
You'll roll 3 blunts and fuck up 3 blunts
Mothafucka you would fuck up a free lunch
Dawg, keep it right thurr like Chingy
Your girl
Come on here, dear boy, have a cigar
You're gonna go far, fly high
You're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try;
They're gonna love you
ain't that you sellin', it's your karma
Rappers I monitor like a chaperone, you large and haven't grown
Poetically perform fly-bys, another rapper gone
'Lost in Paradise' is the most
Intimate song on the album
I would say the story about
That one is, I wrote it by myself
For myself, just for a really
Heart" by writer Butler
-charted in 1966 at #91 as "He Will Break Your Heart" by the Righteous Brothers
CHORUS
He don't love you like I love you
If
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
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