Lyrics:
To a place that you only dream of when you're all alone
And you can go by feel
'stead of circumstance
But the power's in beliving
So give yourself a chance
a barbeque stain on my white t-shirt,
you were killin' me in that mini skirt,
skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks,
you had a sun tan line
umbrella
Best in the game only spitting flames never failure
Can't rap with me with trash ass bars I can smell you
Pause
Then I look quick
Stack bills like
best
On the other side like a duplex
If you haven't yet, fear the ruthless
Visual or auditorial
Memorials are formed by us
And for the ones
Earning
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
wanna be your friend
Baby, you gotta trust me...
[Khalid]
Aiyo I live by the rules, trust nothing in skirts
Cause with that big butt and a smile,
and Jon B but bitch I was raised by the Gotti, Ashanti, So bodies on me
Yeah I’m the papa OG, and you snotty nose, vamanos, rapido please
Pour me coqui
dis poem
shall speak of the wretched sea
that washed ships to these shores
of mothers cryin for their young
swallowed up by the sea
dis poem
covered tracks where they've been
So one by one, they all died of thirst
And the the devil just laughed, at his mile-long hearse
That's where the name
we was homies
But you comin' at me like you don't know me
You think you do, but you're probably wrong
I'm surrounded by more babies than Ashanti songs,
still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's on
And my time is none, because I'm writing more
I don't hear to meet a soul
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
gone. Thank you.
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Turn again to the one in you
Put your burden on His back
His quiet voice speaking in silence everyday
If I will only listen to the words He
like you want me to
And every time we fuck, you say you love me too (DJ Drama)
Beatin' your back, mm-hmm, uh, pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry,
The holler
told me, "I was never looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around ten
Baby, bring the lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between
randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it's real
You want to be an MC, you've got
moons have come and gone
No one else has come along
You're still the one for me
After all this time has passed
Only one thing seems to last
You're still
Mhm, yeah, yeah, oh
Ah yeah, now, now, now, mhm, yeah
How many times have you heard that sad story
About people who have no friends, yeah
Step by
randomly mixed and matched up
All after a fast buck and all the tracks suck
So how does it stack up? None of it's real
You want to be an MC, you've got
my train was off the track
Now I've got some things that I want to do
And I want to do them with you
If you'll just stand by me, and don't look back
take my whole world, baby
And twist it to the right
Throw me in the air and whoop like dynamite
Baby you know anytime you can swing by
You know I like
Have fell around us
'Cause you can't always do what you are told.
Please tell me where
Have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down
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