Lyrics:
The Jewel by Kimberly Haynes
Om mani padme hum
V1
You say there's just no time.
You say there's just no way
You’ve got a busy day, oh yeah
like every time
You out of line
I smoke on reefer, close my eyes
It clear my mind
You had them bitches beat by thousand miles
Girl, why you lie
I just
The likes of me, F-you-D-G-E brains compete
Wit CP0-three's intelligence
Accompanied by Mike Z-double-O-T
Shabaam Sahdeeq, Skam, Kweli, and Spinna
Doggystyle)
I will do things to blow your socks off
(yeah)
A little something for the bitches
That's down with me keep it low as you creep
And get around with
Am I gonna be a famous popstar?
Will I ever see the northern lights?
Baby can I hold you like I want
And wake up every morning by your side?
I'm
Passing by a cemetery,
I think of all the little hopes and dreams,
That lie lifeless and unfilled beneath the soil.
I see an old man fingering his
time come around soon, wintertime sunshine blues
Roll around a brand new town like a brand new zoo,
Looking at the animals move
Noob
Seen a swan by
my line
Let me see your
Face baby one more night
Cos you're mine
And you already know
I can't let go
5 missed calls on my main line
Told shawty take
the way we are is how its gonna be
Just as long as your love don't change
'Cause I'm not impressed, more or less
By them girls in the T.V and magazines
the way we are is how its gonna be
Just as long as your love don't change
'Cause I'm not impressed, more or less
By them girls in the T.V and magazines
bike
your mama needs some quiet time
to figure out how to say it just right
your dad's not coming home tonight
whoa
Hey little young one
settle down now
gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave man's in
I
gonna ride around to this
Man, I've got no time to write a diss
I never left my Nine to Five for this Wasteman ting
I don't care what rave man's in
I
wanted your attention. And you ta take these inches. Wud put cho legs up by my head them deeper strokes was fittin. Wud grab yo waist pick up the pace
listen now my drip just come a little different
Late nights in the kitchen dripping dripping water whipping
Pull up have your daughter missing I've got
you was savin' it for your little nephew to scatter
Nigga don't you know anything over 20 years old is a classic?
Regulation number 1, keep yo'
Or as many times as you like
Hey, it's your time
Track two: where are we from
Of course, one might lean on the factual
The womb, from whence we once came
But
begging me to drive over,
And beat it up properly
I'm like a young Wilt, still in his prime
Cause there's oh so many bitches,
And there's oh so little time
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
get paid, speak how I feel
I wake up, murder, death, kill
Stop me by the ATM
I'm about to withdraw five thousand
Little nigga never seen five thousand
the hell is driving
I can't deny, wouldn't mind if I live or die
Cause as long as you're by my side, I feel like I am flying
I could be your sun
You could
One, two
I don't wanna see you
Three, four
you're not welcome here no more
Five, six,
I'm done with all your little tricks
Seven, eight, nine, ten
track
Cigarettes
Pack by pack
I’m taking back my love
And I promise that I won’t look back
But tell your little story about
How I was heated for you
And I
it all night
All night
So tell your mama don't wait up you gon' be home late
So tell me what we getting into
Hey think it's time for a break
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