Lyrics:
Then how come John and Elvis are dead?"
Youth, beautiful youth
We walked through the walls until we found the truth
And said "Change it, it's ugly
be on that tough shit, it ain't caught up with you yet
16 with that bald fade, Sean John on my chest (Chest)
16 with that bald fade, nigga
I sat by
to the rind
Any old song by brother John Prine
Sometimes that face looking back in the mirror
It make that mirror, make that mirror cold, babe
But in my
Talib Kweli kanye West "Pay
Close attention to my
Story" John Legend "You'll find every word
Is true" Blacksmith
GOOD music connection it get's
No
Life
By Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
In front of your optical to slow you down
And every time you think you've
the pack, that's risking ya life (I was raised by)
Better play it right, better play it right
I was raised by the wolves, ate 'til they full
Run through
We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
It's been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
shit tryna touch the sky
Jesus walks god testify
I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people
You only get one life there's no sequel
So you can't
expect my life to change
I looked up to all the ghetto superstars
Shit, I used to trip when they call a female a bitch
I'm just another lost soul in
easy
Put on like I'm Jeezy
I know the city needs me
All my dogs lost in the struggle with the life
I was trying to make it all double up tonight
Am I
We had an apartment in the city.
Me and my husband liked living there.
It's been years since the kids have grown,
a life of their own, left us
on its feet
He is dangerous
(Outside)
Jesus Christ Superstar, tell us that you're who they say you are
He is dangerous, that man is in town right now
It's all about where you put the horizon
Said the Great John Ford to the young man rising
You got to frame it just right and have some luck
you're in the midst of
The ride of your life, but you gotta keep them hits up
Can't put your guard down, gotta keep your mitts up
Take a sip, sir, it's
Let me get it here
Let me change up before it is too late
There's a broken stick
There's a wrinkle on a leaf, it's dried out
Was a good long run
Ayo, Quas, ayy, Quas pick up the fuckin' phone, it's your cousin Melvin, bro
Listen, man, Madlib out here doing records with Logic and shit
Don't
Black faces pressed against the glass
Where rain has pressed it's weight
Wind blown scarves in top down cars
All share one western trait
life
Oh, 'cause she's cute and she's classy
Thick, bold and sassy
She knows what she do when she moves (when she moves)
I know it's hard to imagine
of Brother John;
She felt his eyes and she walked up beside him,
And she took him by the hand,
She said, "Brother John, it's so hard to be holy,
Would
Could you ever give up what they call the "good life"
Would you care to know what I'm lookin' for
And if I find it
Would you take note of the time, would
all day long
So get your glass lift it up and in toast position
We getting paper like John Travolta get it
Cause we focused wit it we supposed to get
And guns did flare and guns did bawl
And I planted my bolo knife in the neck
Of mad John Finn
I took his wretched life
Now I'm over by the bandstand
Thirty two shots to split ya!
It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya!
John could make ya richer!
Fuck the Prince of Bel-Air!
I'm
"This is called 'Hurt So Bad'. It's about pain." - John Legend
I think I messed up this time
I let you go and I
Can't get no sleep
Ohh...
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