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taking pictures off these walls
feeling you still in the halls
i am haunted by your face
and a love i can't replace

i know that i will be alright
if

Now worry see me sitting by a side always
Hate with my love see right through
Get another dutchie and I'm gonna tell you
A secret, is not a secret no

Hold On

Big Daddy

Cutting Their Own Groove

1991

comfortable with the pain?
You've got no one to blame for your unhappiness
You got yourself into your own mess
Lettin' your worries pass you by
Don't you

We were fine

We have a place right by the ocean but I worry bout the rain
I'll turn a molehill to a mountain and I'll do it all again
And you'll never

to limb
I'll be fine, just worry about yourself

Because I'm someone else
I'm someone else
I'm someone else
I'm someone else

Why even bother with that

without a worry
Can't give a fuck, cause when I try it feels like overworking
Eat the bullets of my brain, served by the stainless worker
Don't be afraid,

on

Talk outside your mouth
Ain't got to worry about a response
You hating, they told me
You bogey and you gone get yours

Every verse I'm soloing
Rock

Bursting out of the gate, there's no time left to wait and no more places to hide.
Each moment passing by will only raise the stakes to what we're

loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like

really mean that we do better
It taks a little while for y'all
To say that he knew better
He blew cheddar fast
Got distracted by the ass
Now we

that
We learned as seeds
I had to learn the ropes cuz tying
Ropes is a such a lonesome spell
Repelled by Gracious days
Await awake I couldn’t tell

Yeah, you know you never got on with
My mum and all that man
Well this this is for you baby, this is why

When I met you, I didn't just wanna press

So very nice
I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor

chasing
All we do is for profit
If you have none then you lost it
I strapped up, then I got a boss bitch
You riding out, so nigga, why you nauseous?

Look

So very nice
I'll hold your hands they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry
Beautiful what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor

on 43rd, fuck the traffic
Walkin to the Garden to meet him
So he can get this passion
And don’t you worry my brother I
Got my posse wit me
We don’t just

got defeated
Yoda taught him how to fight
That's why he's hard to beat
'till his head got chopped
By some mop-topped creep
Pockets filled with credit's

know
Kill it with the rhyme and be booking shows
Who you know
Giving all he got till nothing's left
He got it moving by hisself
And they still rest you

like Sinclair (yeah yeah)
I might pin a bitch down like Rick Flair
(woo) and don't worry about a ting
'cause the tings there
Yeah the tings there
And I'm

out these hammers then
Buck on you niggas
Soon as I step in the office
We put them nails in the coffin
Y'all niggas die by that that money
Put hands

at the center of it all
Why something stead of nothing?
Are we out here on our own
or does someone or something catch us when we fall?
Without a sense of wonder

give to you

Old friend
Why are you so shy
Ain't like you to hold back
Or hide from the light

I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited
But I

it up?”

Why do you have worries on your face?
And I really don’t know what’s on your mind
Let’s think more after we eat

“This thing here…. Can be

Yeah
March 18th 7:06 PM
Honestly man, I couldn't be more grateful for everything that's happened
Seasons are changing so we move by one mantra only