Lyrics:
the same shit I've outgrown
I'm bringing it in style myself
You know it is with ease, no sweat
I see the crowns and I forget the couture
Two
As pure as a dirty glass, broken by the marchers
For whom we should forgive once and for all
We have lost our way
With roadmaps of civility, spinning
talking soft to hide big lies
Nothing wrong with my mind
Conversations in my head
They’re always changing what I said
Conversations in my brain
They’re
conversation
She was chasing a life that she was blind to really
Fell hard for D-boys that never took her serious
And the L word made the church girl turn
Not much for conversation, I still find need to pray.
Sometimes I get tired of walking through these ordinary days.
If nothing else I get to see
They all say, and everything's so true,
We fellows run around with someone new,
Cause I'm leaving, leaving here,
Yeah, one by one, yeah two by two
the same, you gotta dream they gon kill it now
Man, excuse my 2pac, if I gotta use that, I'ma use my 2pac
It's a mind state to make you a aware nigga, think
Something in the drift
Of my conversation bothers them.
So, who am I?
Come on: ask me, etc.
In scary airports, in concourses over-filled,
I am
Can't stop, ain't stop, too hot
Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac
And I pop from the jump, ain't nobody too shocked
And I'm out
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in
have a ball
She knows stars, I know that, she want cars
I want jets
She want to get eloped, but I don't know yet
Pick up my fur after sitting
Hanging in
by
And that's where I came in
When your eyes gave me that welcome sign
Something told me someday you'd be mine
The door of love was open, as I
the crack spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braid and weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these dreads?
10, 9, 8 7, 6, 5
4, 3, 2 1
I kick a funky friendly conversation
That keep they mind racin'
You can't complain about the flow I got
I let my thoughts
I'm Chewbacca
In a Redeye, got two choppers
I'ma hit 'em up, I'ma 2Pac 'em
Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa
I'm a big target, got a good lawyer
for the photoshoot
Just wait for me by the park
And you know I'll come thru
What we gotta lose?
Conversations end
With my heart left on read
Was it all
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning -- look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in love
In times of isolation you gave me revelation
Flow prayer in the morning I love our conversations
I made a declaration in Christ I'm now a new
We've had such a great time
In these past 2 months I've never laughed so much in my life
Its bin all about us
Since that time we had that
Tender is the night
So tender is the night
There's no one in the world
Except the two of us
Should tomorrow find us disenchanted
We have shared
Came in two by two
They came to the manger
That the Star brought them to
They came to the manger
Where the sweet Baby lay
The children of Bethlehem
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly
The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly
Then you and I came wandering by
And lost in
seen a picture of me without you
Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growin'
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowin'
If you've seen
Sandman's comin', yes he's comin'
To sprinkle you with sand
He'll say "one, two, three"
And you'll be, In cotton candy land
Sandman's comin', yes
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