Lyrics:
a fire way up on the fourteenth floor
Struck down by the time I was ten by an illness
Which robbed me of the sight of the morning sun
And that ain't all
Sometimes it’s hard, tryin’ to find the right direction. You don’t know which way to go. All you know is that you’re walking down a dark road,
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
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and stand by me
Holding on, Christian brother stand by me
When you're walking down
And there's no pavement on the street
You see the light, for it's still
all bury
My conscious tends to be plagued by money and hunger pains
Nothing left to my name so I pitch to niggas outside
Hedonist night walker, hopin'
like in the movies, but when it's real.
It's such a happy, exciting sound.'
The city is a woman
Bigger than any other
Oh, sophisticated lady
at the seams
Looking a little Haggard and feeling kinda Jones
Walking down the road
A sacred path of stone
A troubadour 's dream I can feel it in my bones
keep walking on by
Whatever came to mind, yeah he'd divulge
Hoopin' and a Hollerin on Gringo Gulch
Swearin' things no one would repeat
But we keep
Defeminaztion Of woman
They looking ruff as dirt
& y'all think trick-Knowledgely didn't work?
From Willie lynch to John Hawkins
Alotta marching & walking
home
You just have to wait it out
Watching from the sidelines
You just have to wait it out
We have skin and bone
Walking down the street
The bell has
been walking home
Needin' a direction we can call our own
Looking for heaven till we're skin and bone
If there's no gate I can't wait to be wrong
shaken
moved by the meeting of this eternal communion
I beg you to stay with me, hold me, inspire me
But the ecstasy of your astral presence is short
owing everybody in the streets
Nigga skeletons in your closet
When I see you walking it's a Halloween
Nigga sold his phone and his laptop for a bag
the path my nigga so I keep walking
All over these beats like I'm the night stalker
I'm so over these niggas like I'm Summer Walker
Need a loyal ass bitch
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
earthquake, people explodin
Explodin on the same streets where the prophets increase
Walking on water, now I be throwin rocks at police
[Verse 2]
I'm a ride
Sexy Magic Woman
Lyrics by Ivaylo ’Sykes’ Moutaftchiev
Sexy magic woman and I drive her crazy!
I’m the guy who makes you wait every time I come
My hoes street walkers, ain't nowhere that they won't go
And they check over ten thousand a night, but I want mo'
I'm gon' get this paper, everyday
[Bizzy Bone "Chorus in background"]
Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up
a soul
I take it to the grave, living by the street code
My brother taught me young, you can't trust a freak hoe
Oh no no
He must not like getting cheese
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