Lyrics:
far apart
Blinded by the dark
But if you come over for the night
I promise you darling, I'll hold you tight
I'll tell you how much you mean
But then
was
I'm from the city of sippers, wood grain wheel grippers
Kilo shippers, candy coat car flippers
We ride 4's and vogues, with a mouth full
(Verse 1)
At the bus stop, where the city breathes,
A beauty sits, among the autumn leaves.
Her eyes tell stories, a captivating gaze,
In this urban
the whole game
A good girl lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur, hold them titties right
Handcraft material, champagne for cereal
Shorty stole my heart,
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
the bass knock
And the girl dem love me
Me have my city lock
I'm a gansta, I'm a gansta
You grind to get the I grind to get the Rolls
I grind to stack paper
ya
I'm thinking God Bless ya, they city try and get ya
Man, don't let the city get ya
Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes lke a wrestler
If them
a babe
To the highest Stuart of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe
I saw and heard weep by thee
I
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
Take me down by the river
Wash my hands
Cleanse my soul
Fine words made of silver
Out here panning gold
Something to remember
Because you never know
And there's nothin' to fight for anymore
Take my title, take my crown
Take this whole damn ring of gold
Take my hand cause I fold
Take this man to have
the truth in you
earth calls you
no answer
she hides the truth in you
the city sings a song as she holds your hand
the river runs clean down onto the sand
another
Long and sleepless night
A hundred crazy voices call my name
As I try to pass them by
I almost can believe that she is here
Here, In the glow
I'm an avid saboteur, but blood is thicker than water
Deadbeat fathers
The longing for a hug is as clear as mud
Set the precedent and break it in
Money on my mind
That mean I'm thinking of loot
Shit, ain't it the truth
Money is the top prio- "Money Over Murder
" that's the title of my bio
We cop
on the throne
I'd stop this mess and
Just need to think about it
I ain't going to Sun City
If-if somehow by the South African government
Sun City is described
touch your heart
Tryna win your soul
This song going plague
Didn’t come for gold
There is 100 way to make it
Young boy choose your part
I knew my
the Folgers
Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight
Ridin' by the lake, double X's on my license plate
(Bitch, I keep that) big bass, so they know I'm in
"Alright folks, hold onto your hats, we are ready to go with the first round of saddle bronc riding. We have a fine pony in shoot number one known
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
Love is storm and wind and tide,
all the tears your heart can hold,
But I look back after Loss of love
and know the days were gold.
I see
here
The city's insincere
The nights, they make it clear
Just you and me we'll say
One day we'll fly away
Holding on is too cliché
But I won't let you go
I remember
Not too long ago
I went to a city
And I saw a Wu-Tang show
Now I always wanted
To get, with, the band
But niggas was singin' they
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
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