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Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
Houston we've had a problem
Which Universe will you choose today
Choose Your Reality
Where Would You Rather Be
Options are 1 Thru 3
Wake Up
a funny way
I was on my way through houston
And i was headed for l.a.
This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
It's not too much to look
jail being
their being held
in being, not ours,
is way past you and
me and the lives
we hide away from
them and you and
me in looking after
"Stay with me, please, don't leave me, baby
I love you, please, stay with me
Someone's comin', please, please"
It seems like everywhere I go,
settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin' all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen,
a problem
But they scared to let it surface, uh
Ya boy say this, that, and the third to 'em
See me out and they never utter a word to 'em
Expect me not
a problem
But they scared to let it surface, uh
Ya boy say this, that, and the third to 'em
See me out and they never utter a word to 'em
Expect me not
You already know what it is, from Harlem to Houston
Jae Millz, E.S.G. holla at me my nigga
'Cause you say you sold drugs, that don't make you
Houston
What up B?
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these
Houston
What up B?
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these
Knowing everything from there on must be right
Just a notion
But somehow I know I'm not wrong
If it's our destiny
There's nothing we can do
some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down, bitches
Bow down
some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down, bitches
Bow down
I'm not from Houston
But she know I got a rocket
Not a pilot
But going up is a hobby
Can't stop me
Cut from a different cloth
Black sheep
She loving how
One niggas down, two niggas run it
Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for
cloth like some
offering in our way, obscure and open if we dig
down in it soft, dirty, south all under the world,
is gone off in the national
being followed by a
yellow Coupe De Ville
now she had a reputation
for driving pretty fast
it may not be the first time
but it might be the last
Then she
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
rep S.O.B
Swank got the dank, if u need the lean
Straight from the pharm so it’s kinda steep
We are not sheep, yeah you know we lead
Read between
Put on my slippers walk out the front door
It's the GLC everybody lets go
One two three to the four
I wear my Pyjamas when I goes down the store
Put
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
the same struggle, you not my kind
When the stars align, my life will be designed to live divine
From the Northside, where it's genocide
It's nothing I can't
There's no other assumption. - I got it goin' on!
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother - be noddin her head to this.
Makes her proud
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