Lyrics:
makes a bittersweet call
I'm missin' you darlin' in the first days of fall
It's early September, school days once more
I watch the little kids walk
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
said he's lookin' for a man
To move some old cars around
Maybe me and Marie could find a burned-out
Van and do a little settlin' down
Aw, but I'm
out the party (Jesus)
That woman rode with me like a Harley (Lord)
Visions of my cousin in a cell really scarred me
Movin' to the hood was like
dreamed of the divinity
Inside and out of you
I want it more than truth
I can taste it on my breath
I would give my life just for a little death
a sucker MC, I call him punk
You try to spit that rap, you can scratch that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't listen to me
Think I'm fakin but I'm
give em something to stress,
More likely even less.
[Chorus]
My life! (My life)
Lil' nigga bailin' through the hood,
Livin' crooked like I
wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
That
waitin' outside her door.
She knew who were the men and who were the boys,
She could tell you what they want by the price of their toys.
She'd play those
jealous of Vic
And Vic still jealous of me
But if you touch my brother
All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
And the rest
beings are flawed individuals
The cosmic bakers took us out of the oven a little too early
And that's the reason we're as crazy as we are, and I believe
I don't see that I'm strong, then I won't be
This is what my daddy told me
I wished he would hold me
A little more
Than he did
But he
Marino, you Sandusky
MC Hammer, they can't touch me, Skateboard P, he be on that beat
She get good grades, suck good dick, what more could you ask for?
to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin' star
I guess it was up to me
Oh, the union central is pullin' out
People they whispering
It don't get no realer
Sixteen with a body he a killer
Running around with a stick like Donatello
Man these niggas out to
Murder
that's all, single, no more, no less"
That style was created by DJ KRS (Woy)
Offbeat got you out your seat (Woy)
When I created the style, they studied
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire
Do you feel alright?
Do you need me by your side?
We go out all night
Makes the pain hurt a little less
Do it one more time
'Cause it feels so
whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I
W: Ah, Ah, Ah, I need a little more
M: Baby let me soothe ya
W: Oh, Oh, Oh I need a little more
M: Baby let me hold ya
W: Oh, nah, baby I
Becoming more of myself
Less of a lemon tree
Less of a
Lonely little boy
In a little room
Lonely little boy
Surrounded by blue
Lonely little boy
He knows
boy...)
And I laid my head in a barroom door
And I can't get drunk, drunk no more
Now if you can't do the sugary get yourself on out of this house to me
always saying, "Stop complaining
You really can't ever expect too much
Boy, you were born with the common touch"
And we fall and fall and fall
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