Lyrics:
playing with me
Get you smacked for a while, been on these Cubans sipping Azul
But my energy still miles with the yak
I'm sharp as Shannon, you skip
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
still fuck with thugs
It was me and Wood, both out the window, "Nigga, don't move"
We want greens, I want blues
We both work food
Boy, you a fool
for every time I'm strapped the 12 ride by ain't find my strap
Judge would a hit a nigga heart bout that
And nigga with some sense thankin' Got 'bout
at last we were still
You asked was it good enough
And I cried and looked in your eyes of blue
Cause I been prayin' prayin'
I was good enough for you
that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town and don't you think we're not
For we got love and happiness people envy us you see
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
So many *** wanna play but still got dues to pay
Some of 'em gotta beg a *** to stay
But I don't, I
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
the call of the blue
And I can see by your face
It's a lonely old place
You've gone and gotten into
I've got this smile
I've had for a while
It
eyes on Blue?
This hardcore gamer thinks that I'm the dork?
You took the ammo out that verse
Like it was Kaiba Corp
In this game
If I see you doing
We in the streets, playa, get your mail
It's only two places you end up, either dead or in jail
Still nowhere to go (nowhere to go)
Still nowhere
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
again
You might say he found a key for every door
When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hanging by a song
But
)
(The jbeez, the jbeez...)
Ya
For all my peoples out there, in the nyc
Jbeez is the initial, got to keep it official,
Ripping up the game plan,
spangled banner ooh
Say can't you see cops more crooked than we
By the dawn's early night robbin' niggas for keys
Easy low key crooked military
Pay taxes out
If you don't wanna drown, don't come on my ship
Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
And me, I'm nasty as a son of a bitch
I still got
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
down
A crazy rebel with a cause, he was for sure oh yeah
No, she had never seen
In her wildest dreams
Blue eyes that gleam just like James Dean
He
got a white one
He's got a yellow one
He's got a black one with a body obscene
Still no sign of my baby's blue limousine
Still no sign of my baby's
ringing in my ear
So I wanna send to you
My ol' ribbons of blue
Got me a ribbon
Bright blue ribbon for my hair
Made me a promise
Now I know he
calm
Find the good in everybody
Share that "one love" balm
Watch the predators and prey
Swim along side by side
'Neath the blue sky and mangroves
Down
name
Funny I still feel this way
Your voice seemed so close but I knew that by now
You were many miles away...
--- Instrumental ---
One Way Ticket
I hear they're trying to make us all the same
It's mind control by any other name
Who's gonna pay the price
For this foolish paradise
Oh:Momma
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