Lyrics:
no one more lovely in all of the world
And she looks at me at times with such surprise
When she sees how special she is in my eyes
she's only human
in the thesaurus
I'm the definition of special edition with rack and pinion steering
To make my handling more smooth than aloe and lanolin
Manifesto
Yeah, yeah, a special guest appearance
From the slums, yo, aiyo
I examine your diameter, third eye, light the camera up
Be careful, I got four
in the field
I'mma pick you off (Interception)
Still play the passenger
Acting like I'm Biggie
Smalls every time I look up
These niggas getting shook
by the banks of the sea
Well she hadn't been gone but a short, short time
Until she wept for sor'4)
"I would give all the gold in this round world
the world
Starve the rich
Goodnight
I know there must be more
I know there must be more
Than giving just a little bit more
When half of this
or
Shell searching on seashores
Hanging with our families, or
Dancing on our feet more
Homemade smoothies, drive-in movies
Night time bike rides by the lake
impeccable pimpin'
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to, man
y'all niggas keep up
By the time you get to, Puerto Rico, my nigga, I'll be in
itself through me and I make history
So I don't turn around no more
I look at whats in front of me
I'm focused on the future cause yesterday is history
of the slide
Where I stop, and I turn, and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again
: Once upon a time
There were two balloons called
Jock
me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap
But I'm special with gats
You know
than ever
Ain't no more weed, alcohol and poppin' pills, etcetera
I know these days gettin' rough but they get better
It's a cold world, let's go
as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend
Em d g
That was the president and that was the man.
I still can see him smiling there
platinum, seen it on them tarots before
So I know how it is all gonna go down
Gotta go more uptown, more in the cloud
'Cause didn't ya know by now, I
somebody I fuck
(First place)
Isn't worth it when you see it's all (two-faced)
Tryna fit into a world with no (new space)
Commit third degree murder
had a seizure at the Super Bowl
Woke up in the third quarter looking for the smoke
If it's more than a quarter million, I'll count it twice
Pucci
'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
Tellin' me that I'm yours
But you ain't shit
I'm convinced your tolerance nothin' special
What can I blame you for? Nigga
I can name several
Situations,
cinema was my morphine
Surrounded by more fiends, I could describe the sight enforcin'
Crazy 88 vs The Bride, my house was fortified
Single mother's
Are you more amazed at how things change
Or how they stay the same
And do you sit here on this porch and wonder
How the times flies by
Or does it
The police still arrest the homies
No statement, no testimony
Spit in your face with extra bogey
It's my time, I don't flex a Rollie
On cloud 9, a man's
a very special treat
More than just history on parade
Giant nozzles, bolts and beams
They called her Atlas by all means
Blood, sweat and tears were
feel like two versions and they both in one person
Oh I
Wish I had a little bit more time to myself
Wish I got a little bit of having back everytime I
'm frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
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