Lyrics:
I know the stories behind the bruises
When I've been the shoulder
You've been the reason for her tears
And her tellin' you it's over's useless
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side (yeah), only
I never fucked Nicki 'cause she
the team that I root for
Washington DC and Virginia recruit more
like minded soldiers white lines from Boulder
Hollow in Colorado secret stories I told ya
Creator took me by the hand and led the way-ay
To make the story short that's why I'm here today
Just another journey, another journey into
It's the same sad story
Love and glory goin' 'round and 'round
It's the same old cliché
A wanderer on his way, slippin' from town to town
Some
on my hip line
Ready to rock and roll off my style
Gun a nigga down then I
Stroll off i don't do
The shooting my niggas will drop the load off
(The Goons)
the script, she follows his lead
'Cause the doctor writes a love story so fine
The lady's learned to read between the lines
Sometime
The doctor, he takes
Peep the story
Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede
Check it out
Volume 1 of this joint
I ski in Switzerland
Down in morocco gamblin', handlin'
B.I.
[Sonny Cheeba]
Peep the story
Sonny Cheeba, Geechie Suede
Check it out
Volume 1 of this joint
[Geechie Suede]
I ski in Switzerland
Down in
three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
'Cause i write, three-minute stories
And I die, line after line
Trying to see how the sausage's made
Writing
of laughter
Here and in the ever after
With poetry and painters from my past
So I follow the tides
On currents far and wide
Chalking up the stories
the daughter of the devil, the sister of a snake
The keeper of souls down on Voodoo Lake
There's a city boy across the county line
Came looking for
Front porch sittin' in an old rockin' chair
The sun is hot in the Texas sky
Garden growin' clothes out on the line
Dusty road when a car goes by
Come all you rounders if you want to hear
The story of a brave engineer
Casey Jones was the rounder's name
On the "six-eight" wheeler, boys, he
enough
Too many joy rides in daddy's Jaguar
Too many white lies and white lines
Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends
Super rich kids with
for death
It's gon catch you by yourself
If you ready or you not
You still sleep in a box
For real!
That's my story, my history
I can't give you but
A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia Line
A DJ in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear cause he played what
the clothes on the line in summer air
Christmas morning and Thanksgiving prayer
And stories of a family, that I never had
Well sometimes I find myself wishin'
feet
Switching V's, $50 G's is chicken feed
We in a different league, I cop my ice from Tiffany's
Drive-by's in the Lotus, the 6-speed
The 5th will bend
artist
Even though I'm independent ballin
Dressed down in all types of Gucci
Main bitch hit my line but I just gotta keep it humble
Uh
By now you know I
Caught in a daydream, under a blue sky
Chasing the sun as life passes by
In every moment, there's a chance to fly
We're writing our story, line by
Pacific/Eastern times
And the Bayside "Saved By…" teens
Who were opening with lines a
Nd the songs that became our themes.
"Like a Prayer" and "Like a Virgin,"
The inner city life controlled by the outer world G
Another Bronx War Story
(Repeat last line 4x)
[Verse 2:]
Peace see God you held me down like a weapon
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