Lyrics:
wanna see your face again
I don't even wanna be your friend
Don't wanna be used by you again
So I'm saying goodbye
Girl, I know that you're thinkin'
roll it
I put my hand there, hold it
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
I'ma be right by ya
Lighters up, lighters up
I just ain't with stupid shit)
Hell is what is you chaning' dawg
What is you doin'
Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell
about my reputation
Across the nation, "Mr. I get around"
My temptation got me drippin' wet, perspiration
I'm activated by the moves you makin'
Baby,
know what I come here for!
Bang, bang, I used to shoot you down
Call me the iPod King haha
Call me Mr thanksgiving
"Dedication 2, " that’s right
Call me
never really fallen in love
But whatever this feeling is
I wish everyone could experience it
This place feels like a person
Familiar
Like someone
me a note
Before the teacher took it I read what she wrote
"Do you love me, do you want to be my friend?
And if you do
Well then don't be afraid
When what used to excite you does not
Like you've used up all your allowance of experiences
Head filled with a mass of too-well-known people
([This
Indivisible, with liberty and justice for all
It feels so good to be back (mosh with me)
I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once,
stitch, to me they soundin bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred, for cats who ain't make it
I'ma give it, as far as you can take it
Tried to take
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make
Another notch scratched on my belt
The future just ain't what it used to be
I got a new start on a dead end road
Peaked, peaked out on reachin' new
Who is it?
It's Harry
Come on
Gonna be a rehearsal downstairs
In ten minutes
Oh, boy
We got a full day off next week
I'll be dead by next week
the Rip" and ignited his gifts
To the parents, he's a legend, to the children a myth
Here's some firsthand experience of Mr. Smith
Alias Mr
The future ain't what it used to be no more
Nothings gonna be the way it was before
Where were headed is no longer found
Climbing a ladder to a hole
twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes
Now this old world is a fright
You know my future ain't bright
And I'd just crawl in a hole if I
roller-coasting, on, on, on
What's up love? It's been a while
You been good? I've been around
Remember dinner dates I was late? Mr. Chows
Truant like
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
me a note
Before the teacher took it I read what she wrote
"Do you love me, do you want to be my friend?
And if you do
Well then don't be afraid
Uh, let me get up in this bitch right now
Everything I got that's what I'm gonna give right now
Let a motherfucker live right now
Break it down
still dissin', wonderin' why I ain't sayin' it
I can smell the setup, that's that 2Pac in Vegas hit
I revealed myself and some don't know what to make
of being somebody, now he's number 37405
Well she used to come and see him, every other weekend
And bring him all the news from way back home
It's been two
do?
What’s the move? I ain’t really in the mood
Benji got the glock 22 he gon shoot
[Zaybenji]
Aye benji (huh) What it do? (huh)
Mr Pimp on yo bitch,
(no, no)
I gave you my best
There ain't nothing left
This can't be reality
I'm picking up the pieces of the puzzle (ohh)
Here all by myself, yeah
I
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