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you mad for
Ya girl said she love me
Is That what you mad bout
I ain't talmbout apple
When I tell you what that Mac bout
They ain't kno I go this hard

so deep
Do you think that you could love me 
If I can't get happy?

Caffeine for a hard drug
Traded comfort for some hard love
In the hard times I was

pain still lingers deep inside.
All I need, is someone to love,
But not some guy in the clouds above, yeah.

It's kind of sad how I think..

As you lie

not where you want me to be doing it effortlessly when I'm
seen with it
Born with it
How you expect me to change with it
Deal with it
In love with it

they see me awon oga Wyclef
Everything is alright until when I left
Emi ti mo blow ti mo de yankee
Bi Atlantic Ocean omo to soji
Omo to fi flows to fi de

cost more than that house that you hiding in
Got gangstas with me right here oh I can fly 'em in
Shoot you in your face, back on the plane, 'bout 9 or 10

spacing out damn what day is it
I’m saving saving saving saving saving trynna get stupid rich
You can’t just walk up on me nigga I do not care who you with

she loved becoming a doll
What God considered perfect yo she considered a flaw

All I know, is the way it gotta go and everything you do to hold me down

man's sorrow is another viewer's joy, how odd...
So many babylonauts livin' in a money age
Not any scruples if a dollar, God superseded by gold
Channel

South in Ya Mouth

Gangsta Blac

Down South Flava

wonder why Gangsta fuck with this white boy?
They don't know by now, brotha let me break it down for ya, tough dude
If you don't love me, mane fuck you

to stand right here
Everybody gotta shed a tear
Everybody gotta simple fear
Nobody knows what to say
All we gotta do is run away
Every time I say some shit

Of Melodies and poems y'all gone watch me turn to cash
Motivated in the booth no TRT won't be right back
Cuz I got plenty shit to do
That ain't got shit to do

loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like

Not Getting Your Name

Tyler Hilton

Tyler Hilton [2000]

2000

the music, baby you wrote the words

I shouldn't have let ya' if I hadn't of met ya'
Do this on the day I'm leaving
But now that you got me your everything

you just moving and smuggling
All you gotta do is make sure that shit hit that safe
And you gon' have a bank roll to put in (get yo' money)

I'm

that, tryna do right by the street
So I left that, ain't never gon' repeat
Don't regret that, Jesus told me only streets
I'm living for is really golden,

I'm playing hacky sack
Now she laying on the back, I'm just saying that ain't cap yeah
I see the way you move, yeah, you do it right

Come on, baby,

Forty-five if you will
When they shoot, they want to kill
Do you see the blood spilled
Everyday a life is took
Taken that quick
Close the chapter to the script

It's cold outside.
Oh, how I've tried,
To keep on loving you.

The wind bites deep.
There's no sleep,
Without me and you.

When you wished by

body is the shell that I'm living in tell me how the fuck I let my soul get fossilised
I've seen Christ on the cross
I couldn't give a fuck if bruddas

This white gold it ain’t no silver

Try me get put in a blender

Ima do it by myself, 
I might throw em in the river

Ima pimp I don’t need tender

My

going real real slow
We're goin' real real slow
Now I'm gonna try to do this right
I'm not gonna try to rush it tonight
Gonna wait 'Ill the moon is high

eating your fruit
I know it
By the way you're talking to me
I know you gon taste good
So make sure you keep it juicy
 
Vamp
 
You say what I give you is

can't I learn how to do
What I know that I should?
I finally got what you tried to say
all those months ago
It still feels like yesterday
Will I ever make