Lyrics:
they pull me back home
On an endless thread to before
Without the metaphors
And lies
Late night when the dark slides in
I'm holding on to lost sentiments
Thinking too much like a therapist, I'm such a heretic
May have come from England, but I'm more like a barbarian
Left home so much that I don't even know
night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin
"Attention, passengers
Please listen to an important message
By your flight's captain"
I'm a jihadi, da ba dee da ba dum
My name is Zayn and I
Came
moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still
Gangster of love
I've never been played by a ho!
If the bitch is acting stupid,
She's got to go!
Some mutherfuckers [missadden']
If she fucks with
revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here
Pigs look me up and down with a frown
Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?
(Bucktown) home
Oh nanananana
(DeeJ New Youngin)
Got off the phone with JoJo in the cell
He doing well
When you had went to jail
New Youngin still was young as hell
with that jet lag (Jet lag)
Baby different time zones what I'm on
I ain't fazed by your homegirls high tone (High tone)
We can stay on the phone all
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm
What age are you, my honey?
Modestly she answered me
"I'll be seventeen on Sunday"
She sang
A lith a dlddle, lith a diddle lith a dlddle dee
Cha
just got speed, nigga
I handle my ass, pedal to the gas
Life is but a getaway dash
My mama stash guarded by my pen and pad
I'm drawin' weapons with
on the wall
Who is the fairest one of all?
I'm Prince Charmin'
And I'm takin' Cinderella to the ball
Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay! Yeah!
My, oh my, what
grabbed her by the arm and I asked her name
She said it was Nina and her man's in Santa Rita
I took her to my home and homeboy, I geed her
Set her
the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by
lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,-
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day
Her boots were black and her stockings
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
She looked kind of cavi to me
But when I take her home, and tap that ass I'm gone
I'm just a dog
alone
Stick in my pocket I'm toting the chrome
If she ain't fucking she gotta go
I wouldn't even take a bitch to Mickey Dee's
I was broke as fuck now look
with me then I'm down with you
I lay a nigga down if he fuck around with you
And if you ride wit me I ride wit chu
And if you stick by my side I'll
I've got an idea, I'm sure you're gonna love it
It's a really good idea, I'm actually pretty proud of it
It's a chance for us to get away from it all
night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha)
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin
the lake
Jockin Jay Dee and jacking beat tapes
I’m so dope boy fresh
2 dope boys on the Internet
The Ill roots blog era
Looked her up and down said too
know how much I love you
I wish I make you stay and wiped those tears away I wish I let you know
I wish you didn't go so come back home to me I'm begging
.jpg/300px-JimMessina(by_Scott_Dudelson).jpg "Jim Messina")
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