Lyrics:
Strugglin' just to find my peace
Sometimes feel like I got no friends
Can't trust a soul like I'm Snowden
Right by the bed, keep it loaded
Lord, have
Heaven wouldn't be
So high I know
If the times gone by
Hadn't been so low
The best laid plans
Come apart at the seams
And shatter all my dreams
block wit' the same crew
'N' everybody sitting fat living good
'N' I'm the only nigga dat be rappin' in my hood
I was raise by the hustlas 'n' gain by
the lion sick in bed and cried
Pierre is surely dead!
They pulled the lion by the hair
They hit him with the folding chair
His mother asked, where is
and there comes a bit of calm
You develop the sensation that you're sitting on a bomb
Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
And that's my
anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, looks at the sky.
Well, maybe I'll drive up north for a while
Go and see some family
Livin' by myself here alone on the hill
Starts to wear on me
Between
in white
At the foot of my bed,
I said angel of mercy
I'm alive or am I dead?
My name is William James McPhee,
I was born in 1843.
Raised
me?
Do you wanna come?
And I'll take my time
And I'll move it closer now
I check my stupid phone again
No matter that it's 4 AM
It burns my eyes
living good
n im the only nigga dat be rappin in my hood
i was raise by the hustlas n gain by the g's n taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
Which maybe woulda lead to some good instead
And had this put to bed
But I'd be lyin' still if I said I wasn't sittin' here askin' myself
How come
again
Yes here they come again
Move aside and let the people go by
They don't see you thinking that they're home in their beds
They must not be
the beds of lawful couples
Wound in sheets
And daughters smug with semen
Eyes in their nipples
Wait
There's been a slaughter here
Don't stop
Got my eye on you, nothing's slipping by
Watching everything you do, like a Spy
I come here everynight, I'm like a firefly
Moving through
done, she cast her eyes about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
thinkin' 'bout it all night
Baby you should be up in my bed
Do you mind, do you mind? (DJ Khaled!)
Baby you, do you mind? Do you mind? Do you mind?
I'm
You come to me with open arms
Tryin' to rectify my charms
You say tonight, I'm to be your lover
And by the morning light I'm to discover
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til twelve 'til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right
the weak are strong and the first one's last
There's a table in the wilderness
There's a table in the wilderness
When you close your eyes kneeling by
Undercover
Oh sweet darling, kick your shoes off,
Let your hair down, get in bed;
Come and lie down here beside me,
Chase the demons from my head
can I speak of the world
Pushing by
With a lump in my throat
And tears in my eyes
Have we come to the point of no turning back
Or is it still time
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
too
Don't Let It Pass By
Monday morning could still be blue
Sleepy-eyed, about to lose
That morning always comes too soon
Finds me lyin' in my bed
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