Lyrics:
I love the sound of the rain
Fallin' down on the roof
In the month of May
I love to feel the sun
After the rain
On my face
But most of all
light
Just after doin' you by the side of my coat I put out the lights
I am sinkin'
Merely sinkin'
Yeah I think about long distance rates instead
An expose the lingerie ya just brought man
You can't picture my league I gotta home run stroke
After I poke it run home to find a goodbye note
She in love wit
Should I slang the D, or cut up on the are-A-P
I love the M-A-see, Patti may you rest in peace
I eats a big feast after smokin dank with DJ Cease
Fila's
soon (yeah), I'm glad y'all gon' die
I ain't chasin' after no bitch
I got bigger plans than stayin' rich (stayin' rich)
I've been tapped in since I
shaken by the approach taken
My soul is exposed naked, I'm blatant, I'm so brazen
That's why I'm the most hated, runnin' on low patience
I'm road
love brings me peace
Yuh, I've been thinkin' too much
In my head is where I've been ever since I got crushed
By a couple broken hearts and some souls
and think, what from this we gone gain
After all this, I hope our love gone be the same
Cause, unless we speak, ain’t nothin’ gone change
All of this time
Takin? a deep breath, tears was runnin?
I ran around the black house, the ancient black house
Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin? 24 no doubt
love to see, everybody want to party with a DPG
Take a toast and nigga get ready for the good part
Here we go again Crenshaw Boulevard
Hittin'
how you're gonna see this through
After all the games that you've been runnin
Until the day that the earth stood still
Do you remember baby?
Well I've
Montana
Guinea tragedy, South Park strategy
Satan is mad at me, tell him come battle me
Hm - cause I don't love him, my dome is too witty
This rhyme by
trained to kill
Give a fuck about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrills
Grip ya body, naked shakin' we neck breakin'
Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them
soul, that's my November
Raise up into the light
It's only right that I lead the fight
I'm the sun up after the night
Givin' insight to resurrect lives
Full Of Poetry That Got You In The Mood
Could Ya, Would Ya Love Me If The Other Pocket
Had Nothing Else But Love To Prove
[Repeat]
I'm Runnin Thru
self-made since 5th grade
Yea, every night, man I prayed for this
I grabbed life by the goddamn balls
Always knew that I was made for this
Well this is
Yea. Story time homie.
A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep
Fuck it
Had to talk my shit to y'all, don't hate it or love it
Just respect it and be honored
That I'm standin' in your presence, it's the Yaowa
We
you
up, down, left or right
didn't wanna move by
normally in so shy
he's like fire he could light up ma sky,
but out of nowhere we moved to forgive,
my
Ayy, lil' bitch tried to work it, dummy
Ran up on me we left him runnin'
Niggas love talkin' on the dead, wait, now he a mummy
Beating it up, all this
backstreet
Tryin to cop a key
Pops got PHDs
I got Ps N Zs
Custies N the deez
Runnin after me
But my circle gave me second chance
To conquer this
How blessed am
runnin' bullshit
I just got that good luck
I don't pay for liquor
But I got my full cup
A lot of shit you cant see
We keep that thang tucked
I could
puttin' You aside
I'm runnin' after You, it's time to build up the fire within
I feel my flame dyin', Lord, build up the fire again
Take me away, Away from
love her, it's not purposely, ay
But is it the time for this fervency? Nay
Mouth to mouth, save it giving first aid
Dude named Roscoe
In the Costco
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