Lyrics:
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
live in hell (hell)
A livin' hell, I'm Hellboy, I live in hell
I let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself
Without any help, so that
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
me, see me, I'm just doing my job
And you ducking me is mos def an odd
So why send this letter as if I never knew you?
I'd rather knock on your door
if you turn your back on me now
And walk out, I will never let you live it down
I'll never quit, do you still believe in me?
Man, I know sometimes
that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn,
You seduced me, baby, you looked at me with that look in your eye
Reminiscing of a perfect angel, completely took me by surprise
You know what I
you're so...
Seduced me, baby
You looked at me with that look in your eye
Reminiscing of a perfect angel
Completely took me by surprise
You know
it all before
What I mean
What I want is
I want to be where you are
Where you are
Safe from harm
In your arms
In your
Got to stay on my feet,
Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can wait for the rest of my life to live with you
Staring
And make me love you too
I can show you how to love me
And make me love you too
Back in black, back in rehab, ooh ooh, oh
Hold on to your souls
If you know
left of syllables
Dot dot dot
Your ellipsis letters are posthumous And dumb
Anonymous lists of abbreviated Invitations
Punctuation proselytizing your
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin' you well, I know it's hell
Doin time in
See the pages on the floor
See the letters on the desk
See the naked souls
At the dim light of the day
At the bright light of the night
In the spirit
The nights alone in my room
I get by on the hopes
That I'll see you soon
So everyday
We could make
We'd make the best of love
But you
Live so
Couldn't find the nice way
To say I'm leavin' today
Tried to write a letter
But curse words kept getting in the way
There has to be a nice way
Locked you up in the pen, and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin' you well, I know it's hell
Doin time in
competition
...
Competition is none, I'm the soul survivor
MC's get live but I get liver
It ain't a Memorex, live in concert
At every
hop is dead, fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me when she resurrect
Long hair, Blue jeans, live on U-Stream
High top boots like Pac in
and taste it
At crap games, black dames and big faces
Cases in court, fam' showin' love and support
You and your baby's mom thought that love was a sport
clean for 30 year olds
Who wanna act sixteen
I beg ya pardon
We be live in other genres
While ya favorites just startin
We come back to do a soul check
wanna see inside your head
Long live the king, the king is dead
And when I asked him how it feels he said
I don't feel no more
Dead letters addressed
the different yous
Four page letters in addition to
Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin
We used to party alot, we used to be in
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