Lyrics:
And shunned by society. In 1979 he released a double album called
"Plans For Suicide," announced his retirement, and hasan't performed in
Public since he's now
about things we used to care
She knows, she knows how far you fall
She breathes, in every part of you
My expectations have run dry
Now I feel I've
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
Two hours shooting free throws every summer
Future looking bright, passing by - flying colors
Now everything is black, in a trap, yeah I suffer
lost glass caves
Save me from the fall
That this could stay the same
Expectation reigns
In kingdoms of resolve
And love is in the world
Of leaving things
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
House of glass
Shattered by the stones you cast
Your fragile ego's making me go
Out of my mind
Dancing round your expectations
Never say enough
say
When I had it before
Ohh it's so crude love
No I wanna fall in love
No is so dangerous
That I have to learn it all by myself
I set the expectations
on and on and on
Thought of a wish to diminish expectations of relationships
Cause I can fasten up my dress all by myself
Don't need the help of nobody else
Observations
All this time
I've been seeking solace that's been buried within myself
Weighed down by the expectations
Of those around me who don't understand
External expectations, all pride all fear of embarrassment of failure
These things just fall away in the face of death
Leaving only what is truly
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
Step by step enjoying life as of our death
Is hidden behind a door
Waiting to the end
Forcing us to live every breath
We are dancing hearts
Waiting
in music
Over the last decade
WEST: I wasn't even nominated for Best
Album this year this year
I only got two nominations
By the Grammys: for
Best Rap
stone
Test my faith climb my wall
Step by step, floor by floor
Test my faith climb and fall
Your expectations are yours to keep
In sick dimensions, where
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
wake and I fall asleep
Be in my in-betweens
Be my forever love
Feeling weighed down by all this hurt
I need your healing hands to
Soothe the wounds in
babe
And I don't think that I can take it
Have my heart and break it
Leave me godforsaken
All my expectations
Fall into you
Leave me Alone
Leave me
the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
To end up,
there waitin' for the fall
(Y'all can't stop a motherf***in' Tank)
[Hook]
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
down
All my thoughts are played out
I can't find no reason I should care now
I keep my expectations high
And all my walls are knocked down
I just wanna
I got a lot by the shore
If you want more say more
I got a lot in store
I never told you at all
What you do after all
Promised I never would fall
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