Lyrics:
after work
And I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms
My arms are empty
How does it feel when the girl next to you
Says she loves you
It
on a bus after work
And I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms
My arms are empty
How does it feel when the girl next to you
Says she
Here I am thinking that it's my fault
Don't know where i'm going i'm just following the asphalt
Thinking we could ball like Michael
Left me here with
the ghost
Standing next to you
You speak to me
And I feel your pride
Assuring me I'll never die
I write Mother
"He's here with me"
He's in our minds
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Await for laughter
You don't have to wait forever
Here's the next disaster
What decides when you've lost the war?
When the first man falls
Or when
called “Bad,”
Just like Michael Jackson, this next part is rad
“Weird Al” made fun of “Bad,” and Nirvana too
It brings us back to Kurt (here we go)
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
systems still rot
Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
Sellin they peoples out - some
Real folks with clout
Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
Stokely
here
Every single second by your side
Next to you in life, where I reside
Anyone can see the obvious with their own eyes
That you're special,
the Bay, the splash brothers goin' crazy
Out in LA, it's red and blue paisleys
Out of town, let's move here 'cause the weather and ladies
In LA, the next
like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be"
I told 'em meet me at Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster, I'mma peace out
Then I
on a bus after working, I'm dreaming
The guy next to me has a girl in his arms, my arms are empty
How does it feel when the girl next to you says she loves
stressin' me, ain't nobody protectin' me
I'm dealin' with the pressure from my partner dyin' next to me
Think 'cause no ones arrested, they comin' for me
what you been told in your ear
But I hear it's goin' down, somebody gotta (die!)
I don't know what you been told in your ear
But here's what's goin'
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)
(Only time
gotta hide (we gotta hide)
You're Ola Ray and I'm Michael (Michael)
Cus it's the Thriller
Yeah we gotta, we gotta
Ru-huh-un, Run-huh-un
Ru-huh-un,
their heads collide
Die!
You're gonna die...
Now my anger's growing worse
Next one's working as a nurse
Have to make a doctor's call
Drag my body down
Put a bag in your face
And I put you by the road like, "Look we're the same"
Here's a reminder that I still spit
Think I need to advise you to watch
too heavy
My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy
My chain heavy, my chain too heavy
Here we go, like we should
Feel the sweat, on your face
Here we
said he'll go first, I said I'll take next
Here, take this raincoat, and practice safe sex
He seemed to ignore, I said be for real
She's not even
are gonna flood you Big River
Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die
I met her accidentally in St. Paul, Minnesota
And it tore me up every time
Unemployment at a record high
People coming, people going, people born to die
Don't ask me, because I don't know why
But it's like that,
nigga really thought he was a G in this life
Fuck that, not stressing, get a next ting
I don't wanna be angry in this life
Shit really got me down but
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