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a long way
From a starving artist in Malden
When its all said and done
One of the greatest writers from Boston, uh
You picked me up
Seeing how I was

like and I promise to do my part

You and I are taking fight
As long as you're by my side at the end of the night
Boy guard my heart I've had a rough

in the truth for what validates you 
And Traded my trust for fear 
Been way too long 
Way too long 
It Feels like four hundred years
And another day

way before we went jail
(yeah)
Came home, everybody's cookin' it themself
(Cookin') in jail, told my nigga hurry
Get me in the kitch' (Kitch')
In

a home to live if you could really hold that
I never meant to lead you on drag it all so long really you should know that intentionally meant to do you

could talk it out cause we grown
But your true colors came through now I know
But I'm done now
Tryna figure my way home where I'm going now
Isolate cuz

chaos
Essentially, you will want to provide freedom and renewal to what was once restricted or limited by a governing force
In some way, there will be

change my ways from all the things I did in life
Like my bitches bad and bougie, don't try to shoot you, ain't my type

If you gon' do it, do it right

at the wrong place at the wrong time
Far too long I had been stuck in my ways, a selfish trait
Too blessed to realize I was chasing vanity in my rage
These were

the inside of me
See, I swore I would never forget the summers that made me
But I so adore the decor of you sat waiting in the corner by the pub door while

Till she learned the hard way to stop expecting his calls
Hardly Home Alone, but still feel like Macaulay Cul'
Wasn't long till her abandonment issues

The agents kicking him keeping him in the matrix
This makeshift, land of the free, home of the braves
That got paid to make way for all of the slavery
The made

I'm old school like a Filofax 
When I'm not being safe I needs to relax
I'm like Dustin Johnson hitting the green
In more than one way if you knows what

Ahalji took the ten horsemen with him and rushed home. In no time they stood at the doors.
He dismounted from his horse and went into the house. He

Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
Down from a place
That I once thought was my home
So far away from the ones I

Then I hurry home
And why them niggas cheatin' with them funny stones?
Kettle and a necklace, not too long I spent one hun' on roads

I have been waiting for this
I've been writing these songs for too long not to drink a bit
Get up and work now
Man that I am singing, "Down, Jack,

down

Strapped down we get our ways he'z beggin' me to
The extent of my strugglez
Statis, they call me
I'm a low come in up on em' money hustle
The same

Ride Wit Me

The Countdown Singers

Hot Hits Now

2002

take home)
She can be 18 (18) with an attitude
Or 19, kinda snotty, acting real rude
But as long as you a thicky-thicky-thick girl you know that it's

to show up where you been at
Yeah by the way where the fuck you been at
I make all the moves y'all stuck, I kill it
Y'all can't see shit I got all

Ed

King Missile

Happy Hour

1992

primadonnas danced in the streets all day
But when the darkness came, everybody went home. 
I was ready, everyone else was asleep. 
And while it may have

a chance to fight
Won't ever change long as police is still militarized
They have villainous ways, since back in the day
They aim them guns at me

and splash 'em like we did way back when
Just have them sleeping at 8 and chasin' sheep in their tents
And when we hear that tiny zipper, tryna sneak out at 10

hear
Could it be Lord, chosen me because
I'd be nothing
If I couldn't sing my song

By the way may I say thank you
For the love you've shown
All