Lyrics:
something, it'll be my freedom
This ain't no physical war, it's all mental
Livin' in a final era
Of the very last pages of the Holy Bible
It's almost time
(Beverley Mahood/Mark Dineen)
(Track 11 - Time 3:49)
I've got a picture of them outside their college dorm
In clothes and hair they'd rather
mothafuckin sunny day
Stayin in my tub like I was told by young Mac Dre
I said in the last I'ma savage when I go up in 'em
Another fuckin hoe be bendin over for
pocketbook
Later on get they ass whupped for the cash took
And the food stamps, little crook took the last book
Seemin at a very young age
Broke in
the key
A friend of mine heard from a friend of hers
She was workin' on last name number three
There was a time I'd have relished those words
But I'm
This is the last time
I swear I'm giving up
There's only so much that a man can take
These disappointments,
Could-should-a-mighta been's
I'm setting
There's nothing left behind
We all went through hard times
Losing lives by barbaric crimes
DEATH AND DAMNATION
A NEVER ENDING WAR
FIELDS OF BLOOD
OUR
bids
Last I heard servin' twenty-five to life
Shootin' over dice
Head crack, hunnid dollar game, said he shot him twice
Tissues for the woman with
by day,
I gotta have you, make your mind
how I want this feeling to last forever
**
This feeling darling
feels so fine
I'm wanna love you baby
please
I bet they never knew
That brand new
Table that they got used
Would last through them two
Getting three of us kids out of high school
They went
Man #1: "What's in my backpack "
Man #2: "Right now in my
Backpack is a laptop, four records
One of them is +Peter Piper+ 12"
Three Serato records
Some of y'all boys got expiration dates
Starting to smell a little bit
G's like us, we in it for the long run
Last forever, watch
Now what happens
Buy now, limited time only
But it secretly ends with a "a" like bologna
Side effects include cyborg obedience
To eat every spoonful of lies
They been
(Solo) (Verse 3) Time goes by so fast The sun goes down again There was so much more that I had to say And I'm sorry how it ends (Chorus) When you and I
Money, money, money, make it happen
Hold up a three like I'm AI Iris
I know a nigga made a million off trapping
Locked up wishing it never happened
That's
And that's real shit, I don't care, yeah
Yeah, sippin' on this drank, it feel like I'm fallin' down the stairs
I'm poppin' my shit two times, three times
and stuff
We gone have a mission brief right outside by the truck
Look it's really not the time for all that playing and stuff lets bow our heads
Hook
Yet
tryna ball like Patrick Vieira
I didn't wanna walk to school had to jack a Carrera
Them days of eighth came looking like a three-five
My only holiday
I looked her in the eyes and said is this what it's become
My niggas they'll ride, so if you're still troubling mum
By the time that we arrive I'll
a Double X
I am the wagon that carries the band
Threw my last three thou' with a name of Sandra Bland
On my project cover I'm starin' like Sandra Bland
and twerk
I love bandz no time for a hater
Spent 3 bills on a polo shirt
Man pop corn 'cause a man unruly
Cuh none of them boy deh screw me
I got a big
And I need the cash to feed my astronomical appetite
But for the time being, y'all, I'll sacrifice
And have a life minus a couple of luxuries
Just
birthday suit
Last but not least, drive inside a farm or couch
Chillin by the barn and dump her where the heffers squirt their poop
You got it?
Holy
verse 3
A moment in time I'm turnin to ya reprocusions father forgive me they thought dat I was bluffin
I was holdin da cards they was bettin dat I wasn't
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