Lyrics:
Stutterin' givin' 'em rest and makin' love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stutterin'
I'm getting this nigga in
still, the world can wait
Wasting away once again, once lived as friends
As time passes by, regrets for the rest of my life
The ones who I confide were
Verse 1 (Scarface)
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went
the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone
Black enchanting eyes,
Cut through my heart
With no regret or sign of life
They tear apart my pride
And cold runs through my veins
I feel their stare
his oxygen, Slim
It's not budgin' like cocksuckin' cinder blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to piss in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over
cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my
thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Maybe one day
blocks in the wind
Now I got my pot to p- in
Spot in that top position
Koppin' over the opposition
Lookin' like a dog that's p-
Leg up
right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said, "I'll take two
it down to Mexico
Now I love those cowboys, I love their gold
Love my uncle, God rest his soul
Taught me good, Lord, taught me all I know
Taught
right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said, "I'll take two
interest on the loan.
So my poor dejected mourners let your hearts with Jesus rest
And don't go criticizein' no one the one that knows the best
He gives us
in to a roadside church and get my mind a rest
and Lord Jesus, help me get my soul together in the process
Pretty ladies stand in line waiting for
Lord knows her soul would never rest
I can't leave this world with Mama thinkin'
I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath
I still think about that
the sweetest breeze at night
So fresh as the morning dew she would wash
My trouble away and set my soul to rest
A dream, a dream, a dream is all I have
by spring trees
The peacefulness and the beauty of it all
Let my soul rest upon You
Let my soul rest upon Your heart
As my worship touches heaven
O
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some
You lost the race by a dick slut's cum 'cause nuts won
To my man on this disc, rest in peace
To my brother Carl Capone, rest in peace
To all the lost souls, rest in peace
Chorus
This is dedicated
Safe in the arms of Jesus safe on his gentle breast
There by his love o'ershaded sweetly my soul shall rest
Hark 'tis the voice of angels born in
to last you while I'm gone.
My brains is cloudy, my soul is upside down.
My brains is cloudy, my soul is upside down.
When I get that lowdown feelin', I
black rider, all dressed in black
I'm walking away, you try to make me look back
My heart is at rest, I'd like to keep it that way
I don't wanna fight,
you've just seen the ghost of Jesus walking by
I never sleep
When trouble steals thoughts
From my restless mind for free, it could be (ohh)
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