Lyrics:
a confession I've gotta make
It was all one big mistake
"Ah"
Is it too late?
I've got a confession I've gotta make
Yea it was all one big mistake
Then stars
spirit
And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG
And lose my talent to a cultured thug life
I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance
takes years, fam',
tricks for them
at the Los Angeles zoo,
as he'd been taught to by his keeper Fran.
Fran would teach him new tricks
A funny pose
scratching his nose
the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, razor sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid,
the seas have drained
And the stars have no more spark
Me my friend
You my friend
And all the other so-called people
Big head, small mind
Why waste
And to others around me
So I'm not worried about, them
Got to do it big
Whole life I wanted to do it big
Whole life I wanted to do it big
Everything we do is big
and into the clouds
Have broken, the stars are scattered so far
And we're all just specimen and women in this big blue jar
I went up in the trees, buried
In the morning, bright sunshine
Super Mamae, you're divine
Dancing 'round with a gleam
Skipping through our happy dream
Super Mamae, you're my star
You used to be a big daydreamer
You used to be a big daydreamer yeah
But you never had a dream till you gave in today
Now you wake up in the scene
It wasn't a choice
being lost on this big mess
on the rest of this shipwreck
rowing, in the darkness
all i want now is put my feet on the ground
own business
someone knocked on the door the teacher said who is it
this girl walked in my imigination ran wild
she stole my heart just by the way that
(I love Trippie Redd)
Yeah, big blunts I like to roast up
Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't fuckin' know ya
Chillin with the gang, I like
Bombed out basements full of Christmas lights
We're dancing through the night
If I had only known Rock and Roll was dead
Oh, how big your dreams were
and this is real history
Theolonious Monk, a melodious thunk
No mistakes were made with the notes he played
His conception, was [Incomprehensible]
A star
this is a story about a boy
he's nine years old his name is tom
when he dreams he drifts away
he dreams about the seven seas
pirates and the big
Tiny dancer three foot tall
Drawing pictures on the garden wall
I'll be with you when you fall
Take my riches you can have it all
Out by the stars
Each night before you go to bed, my baby
Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
And tell all the stars above
This is dedicated to the one I love
Love
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
(Pushin' my lonely done got me dis far)
(Pushin' my lonely done made me a star)
(Let's go!)
I done did it by my lonely
I was starving, I was hungry
Under the walnut tree
My dear little sister and me
The crickets were all around
Big sound!
We laid in the blue grass
Watching the falling stars
That
those Sunday stars with their big shiny cars
Linin up to get your head straight
Nobody knows where we go
Must be nice to see it so right
Nobody knows
dick
This gangsta shit it's takin' the whole world by swarm
You should a seen how many bitches came to see a nigga perform
They swarm the stage,
spendin twenty G's like stars
Rolex, PlayStations in the Hummer
Just to show these stupid hoes that we worth something
My stuntin name Evel Knievel, keep it
Can you see the stars
Must be pretty hard
When you've got yourself working double-time to find an early grave
Day by day you loose it all
First your
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