Lyrics:
Busy girl, no time for storming
So you passed me by
Walking all alone at morning
Can’t forget your smile
Love you at first sight
Is it the last time
I can see it in her eyes as the time passes by
That fear for her child she just wants him to survive
Being black to these folks we barely make it out
Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now
Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about
Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye
the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing
trust me
My heart is for the first soul, selling change
You and me and why
Your pain moves me
Catatonic lives, nothing there I pray
First things first
[B-Real]
I remember times I hustle, times I struggle
Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle
People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my
AXL (AXL, AXL)
Yeah
Khaza
Eroticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas
Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace
bucks pour up by the landslide
You ain't fly, you on standby, I got something that you can't buy
My older brother, call him rider man, my little brother
know your name, girl, I'm in your favor (yeah)
Oh (yeah)
I can't turn time back so it's now or never (yeah), woo
I can't complain (hey), my love won't
what's real for the aesthetic
Scrolling social media just tryna feel connected
But I'm numb and scraping by
Feel dumb for wasting time
Staring at my phone
she went out to Reno
To help her sister out in '62
And a flower from Hawaii, when they went on vacation
It was the first time that my daddy ever flew
Used to struggle with conveying my expressions
When shit isn't going how you want it you be stressing
Was down at times then got high and learned
note, I&I on deck
You have met
Captain & Junior on the riddim for the first time
With the worst kind, of tuffness steady
Flowing inna this blood line
Big
When I was staying in California
This was about 2013-2014
I was like 11 or 12 at the time
It was when I had first moved there
Anyways, my grandad
life been written out for me
I ain't typing at all
First one by your side just hit my phone
Bet I answer your call
Weed ash all on my floor, tear drops
time
Something, bother, in my, mind
You can't really get out of this
The place you occupy is hazardous
I gotta be a little dumb
Cause you're not that
uniquely able
I got my first job at 16
Walking in shops with my resume
Ready for a new scene
Fresh in the game
Fresh was the name
Of my first job, quick
seeking to hear God when he's speaking
At one time, my mind, just, couldn't conceive
A woman had to dress a certain way to believe
But, in the same
Unless my absence can make you sad
Unless my presence can make you glad
Then there'll never be contentment for me
Unless your heart is mine
<first
aggressive I'm testing my limits
I'm going up that will never diminish
Devil is working but I have repented
And I'm growing stronger by every minute
won't be the first time a rapper stole my line, shit
Dope in your ear I got the people falling out
I run this bitch got my feet up inside your house
Ate
your first dub in a while
Time to make a dogpile
Cause I been down for it
I'm on my way up
I tried to bring everyone with me
But feelings reciprocated
year old
Now he's growin' them back and has a 12 year old
What a time
My life is all by design
The sharpest mind you can find defined by this line
(What it sound like?)
I said, Ouuu
The bitch answer when I call on the first ring
I been tryna get on with my first team
High profile, windows down, bitch
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