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I am coming down, I was in the dark 'til the summer
Together we have a chance to start out the dance I'm falling, 
And in the burning sun to show

when only darkness seemed to rule my intent
When confusion and heartbreak were my only two friends
And by the way, I told you this would be how it went

Faithfully [Valentin's Dabce Extended]

Judy Torres

Perfect Playlist Dance, Vol. 3

2007

Right down the line
It's been you and me

And lovin' somebody like me
Ain't all what's supposed to be
But you, you stand by me
I'm forever yours

what it is
This is the one

Polo on my feet now I got on the Stacey Adams
I two step a lil different you can sign up for some classes
I'm cruising

goes like this
I'm crazy, fucked in the brain
People say that I'm goin insane
Because the life that I chose underneath the concrete
Deep where the dead

haters ain't even half of that
2A, put my magazine in my Maga strap
I know people that doubted
They really mad I made it wait in line, nah
Cut ahead like

love for my baba
Only got love for my grandparents and Obama
Got a lot to love to be honest
Making the roadmap like I’m Garmin
For all my people

[I. Prelude to Dying]

[Instrumental]

[II. Pray for Daylight]

It was like a dream on a sunny day we set our sails
That would carry us away

own
She needed Two Gentlemen Of Verona
This is Illa State and I am the owner

Wise is the man that knows he's a fool
Tempt not a desperate man with

4 me
Don't play me over
I'll be down with U
All I need is 4 U 2 be down
Hey yeah

Too much thinking 'bout U
Too much, baby, back up
Let me be baby

Walmart then I'm chip busting
Smoking boogie out the 'Wood
It came with cousins
Huh, the chop loud, I'ma switch muzzles
Rocking out with two drums
I'ma hit

shit's blurry
I should be resting my eyes, Bill Murray
Ground Hog Day for the rest of my time
Woah, woah, woah

What the fuck could 2 cents get me
In a cut

to the first 

Okay let's go back to the first 

You can’t back to back with the best 

I can back the fact with the 

verse 

l am not a rapper 

 

We don't

to feed my mouth
Chorus:
Home aint where I was born
Left Charleston at two years old
Nothing left there to call home
I'm in Long Beach tonight
I just

Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh)
Primo, check

I like to call myself the God

I'm doing fine
Tell them not a single worry goes by my mind
The hard times, the troubles that I did escape
Can't keep me up at night, well not too late

words cannot describe me
What am I sorry for? Ya just might see
Look now I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m excellent (Sorry I’m excellent)
Got these bitches mad,

[Verse 1: Tom Niland]
Taking so much drugs, I lost my focus
No way out depression, need a Moses
Swimming in daydreams, surrounded by crocus
Swimming

you feel the pain maybe you
Relate tell me do it
Make you wanna bang do a drive by to it?
Has it really helped you
I be gettin messages from
People

through his brain like weeds
when she found him he was hanging by a thread
left two pages for farewell
and he was catapulted home, soaring north
sounding

this bitch 
I got hella people tryna see me in this bitch 
When I leave this bitch
Ima go back in yo bitch 
Back 2 back year 2000 lakers 3 peat in ya

No frills, no lace, just some sizzle on the side
Serve the beat up like a two-piece with a biscuit and some fries
Musical appetite is something i

Im not going to play with you
More than a fuck and a lay with you
I want to hop on a plane
Let's get away
Let's take a day or two
I was the one that

else's puppet

I am one, the king, ase
Step to the squad it's yibambe
Stay with the gods plotting schemes all day
When we levetate
We can feel no hate