Lyrics:
And sweet chicks on I check
Gonna split with the wet
Halleloo
Jumping crew
How are you
This sound is new
It's true
And this is your cue yeah
What
days but it ain't often that I'm off the clock
Ya Kna Wha Mean
I got the Chicago Blues
We invented rock before the Stones got through
We just aiming
're losing touch, we're losing friends
But we're young yeah, we're young
You know we're still when, we get lost
We'll meet by a corner stone and head home
It took me three days to count it
Them bitches they love it
A bunch of young niggas thuggin'
I don't be askin' all questions
I just tell her go bust it
be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
I be by myself
But I be wit my niggas, I don't need no help
Tote it by myself, we
man is playing his tune
An old salt is sleepin' his watch away
He'll be drunk again before noon
Three years sailing on bended knee
We found no whales
We wake with bright eyes now
Ours is a white lies town
They take hold of our young
They cut out our tongue
Oh, how we are deceived
We're strong
with a key and a kite! You see it, right?
The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes
Ev'rything we said in total agreement, it's
A dream
have a babe, a shí ógó
Who is fifteen months old, oh no
And another babe will be in his watery grave
Who is three months old in Baile Leóil
Oh you
Short
Thinkin about the day before
Thirty minutes after I woke out
I pulled a freak and took her to the house
She was Eleve Young, with alotta butt
She
oh oh oh キミの愛で
One two three four
Never say 「できない...」
わけないwhat's in?
Pardon? Say 孤独 解け What's in?
Want your love Get and move on
Only we know milky way
Sitting on a park bench
Thinking about a friend of mine
He was only twenty three
Gone before he had his time
It came without a warning
Didn't
things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War 3
No one cares, no
Lil' Mo and Trigg)
Teardrops and closed caskets!
Will I, forever be alone
Ey QB III in this motherfucker
Teardrops and closed caskets
We dedicate
that these rappers is rappin'
That shit not creative (hear that you rappers)
What's the difference? (Difference)
We some young niggas that signed
kidding and lying
We leaving our homes and we coming on the street they gon know who we are
Cux we dey run
We dey come
Yede heat b3 tum ama kwan na
again
And though the sand may be washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well, four will not wait for three
For three never waited for
there and watched how it locked in the Rex
We really are bad no need to pretend
We pull up in smoke and they leave there friends
It don't make sense they
and then you find you got a knife in the chest
Oh no, it had to be a Monday
(These are crazy times)
And we're only just gettin' by
(These are crazy lives)
erased
I live with my past tucked away, deep inside of me
It comes out as an explosion and it invades me
I believe we are messengers on earth
I
must live for the day
Treasure these special memories
And i'll be there
I'll be there for you
[verse 2]
One by one the leaves are falling
One by one
And though the sand may be washed by the sea
And the old will be lost in the new
Well, four will not wait for three
For three never waited for two
Running round 'till dawn
Drink rum 'n coke in the sun,
Oh the night Is still young
Verse 3
I walk on air when I'm with you babe
Heart of the night it's
bitches on me
And they looking like some models
Yea
The night is young
The night is young
Fuck what the people say
We party till we numb
Forget all
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