Lyrics:
dropping a football
So every time someone walks in the john I get Madden
"Shady, what up?" What? Come on, man, I'm crapping
And you're asking me for my
Orleans' finest
Now you are bein' blinded by European diamond
And you are seein' two or three times and
Got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
Are we really happy with this
Lonely game we play?
Looking for the right words to say
Searching but not finding
Understanding anyway
We're lost in
Play them, play them, play them loud
Yeah, all night
Comin' down, bangin' that new shit
From the moment you said I was over my head
I wrote on my
Orleans' finest
Now you are bein' blinded by European diamond
And you are seein' two or three times and
Got your vision all fucked up, now you can't even
to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
keep thinkin', how young can you die from old age?
They always tell me "Nobody's workin' as hard as you"
And even though I laugh it off, man, it's
Country folks can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns
And we say grace
"Want to see the world, ain't scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you
but that little country boy can play
Chorus
His mama told him some day you will be a man
And you will be the leader of a big old band
Many people
a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say are you married
We'll say no man
But you can do the job
While you're in town
Later on, we'll
me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain't no fallin' on next time I'll meet a new girl
I can no longer play stupid or be
to hide
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum
I can't make it anymore
The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you
We unify and stop
a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
This is
Oh, you ain't heard?
Him and dopeman ain't cool no more
'Cause dopeman tried to charge him double for the usual
Damn
You just don't hear the news
Ay
Let me kick it to you right quick, man
Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit
Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you
though
But every DJ still play me though
Damn man I don't even need a radio
And my new shit sound like a rodeo
Got the old folks dancing the Do-si-do
and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump being up down up, play with
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
Saint Jimmy comes without any shame
He says, "We're fucked up" and we're not the same
And mom and dad are the ones you can blame
Jimmy died today
He
gettin' by, a better guy
She 'bout to spread her wings and you just gotta let her fly
You know you can't control a Gemini, that's facts
She like, "Shh,
as I can)
I ain't never trust no bitch, I ain't never trust no man, yeah, yeah (huh?)
Pull up in a brand new Porsche, followed by a matte black van,
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